Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOWinter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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