On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOBefore enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
MATSUO BASHOThe moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHOEvery day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHOFriends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, frog jumps in – plop.
MATSUO BASHOAll my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
MATSUO BASHOSadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHOCome, see the true flowers of this pained world.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHO