Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOSadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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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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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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