Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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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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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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