Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHOPlunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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