All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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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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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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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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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHO






