Matsuo Bashō quotes - page 2

Summer grasses, All that remains Of soldiers' dreams. (Matsuo Bashō)
Bird of time – in Kyoto, pining for Kyoto. View quote
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A flute with no holes is not a flute. View quote
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Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together. View quote
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The journey itself is my home. View quote
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. View quote
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April's air stirs in Willow-leaves... a butterfly Floats and balances. View quote
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Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music. View quote
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind. View quote
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Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash! View quote
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How still it is! Stinging into the stones, The locusts' trill. (Matsuo Bashō)
The summer grasses- For many brave warriors The aftermath of dreams. View quote
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I shall be unhappy without loneliness. View quote
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Sabi is the color of the poem. It does not necessarily refer to the poem that describes a lonely scene. If a man goes to war wearing stout armor or to a party dressed up in gay clothes, and if this man happens to be an old man, there is something lonely about him. Sabi is something like that. View quote
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Spring passes and the birds cry out-tears in the eyes of fishes. View quote
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Soon to die yet showing no sign the cicada's voice. View quote
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The old pond: A frog jumps in,- The sound of the water. View quote
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Sick on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields. View quote
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I am that one person Who eats his breakfast, Gazing at morning nothing. View quote
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Sick on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields. Bashō's last poem, written while he was dying of a stomach illness. View quote
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Describe plum-blossoms? Better than my verses... white Wordless Butterflies. (Matsuo Bashō)
Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel... Sleeping our noons away. View quote
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Who mourns makes grief his master. Who drinks makes pleasure his master. View quote
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All Heaven and Earth Flowered white obliterate... Snow... unceasing snow. View quote
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water. View quote
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Matsuo Bashō

Occupation: Japanese Poet
Born: 1644
Died: November 28, 1694
Quotes count: 65
Wikipedia: Matsuo Bashō

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