Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
Matsuo BashoMatsuo Basho Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.
Divya khandalDivya khandal And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.
Carmen AmadosCarmen Amados Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
Chris AllchinChris Allchin Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.
Teresa PeresTeresa Peres We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.
Iestyn TudorIestyn Tudor And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.
Alexandra MichelleAlexandra Michelle
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