A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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