Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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