Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHOThe temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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