Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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