Early autumn-- rice field, ocean, one green. -- Matsuo Basho (translated by Lucien Stryk) Friends part forever -- wild geese lost in cloud. -- Matsuo Basho (translated by Lucien Stryk) Old pond, leap-splash-- a frog. -- Matsuo Basho (translated by Lucien Stryk) Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought. -- Matsuo Basho The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. -- Matsuo Basho There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon. -- Matsuo Basho In the cicada's cry, ... no sign can foretell how soon it must die. (Alternative translation: O cricket from your cherry cry,No one would ever guess How quickly you must die.) -- Matsuo Basho Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. -- Matsuo Basho The moon is brighter since the barn burned. -- Matsuo Basho There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. -- Matsuo Basho Just washed, How chill The white leeks! -- Matsuo Basho The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms. -- Matsuo Basho When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind. -- Matsuo Basho Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn. -- Matsuo Basho

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