Quotes by Matsuo Basho

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Hi! My little hut Is newly-thatched I see... Blue morning-glories

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Describe plum-blossoms? Better than my verses...white Wordless Butterflies

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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

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Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love

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On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

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In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

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Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still... Iris, blue each spring

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Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

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Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel... Sleeping our noons away

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Such a little child To send to be a priestling... Icy poverty

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All Heaven and Earth Flowered white obliterate... Snow...unceasing snow

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April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances

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A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.

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When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time. A thicket of summer grass Is all that remains Of the dreams an...

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Had I crossed the pass Supported by a stick, I would have spared myself The fall from the horse.

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Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

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Searching for the scent of the early plum, I found it by the eaves Of a proud storehouse.

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If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling

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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

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