For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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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 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 all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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