Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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