Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOFrom the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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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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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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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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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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