With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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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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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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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