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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Matsuo Basho

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
MATSUO BASHO

Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

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