From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOHow I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOThis autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHOFriends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOThe haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOThe basis of art is change in the universe.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, frog jumps in – plop.
MATSUO BASHOSadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHOThe desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOThe oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
MATSUO BASHOThere is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHO