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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water - A deep resonance.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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By AnonymMatsuo 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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By AnonymMatsuo 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.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
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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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
O cricket from your cherry cry No one would ever guess How quickly you must die.
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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By AnonymMatsuo Basho
Old pond, leap-splash - a frog.
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