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Basho Quotes

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Matsuo Bashō
“If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling”
Basho, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Matsuo Bashō
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The deep Stillness
Seeping into the rocks
The voice of the Cicadas”
Matsuo Bashō

Matsuo Bashō
“Year by year,
the monkey's mask
reveals the monkey.”
Matsuo Bashō

Matsuo Bashō
“Ah, it is spring,
Great spring it is now,
Great, great spring -
Ah, Great -”
Matsuo Bashō

Matsuo Bashō
“Searching for the scent
of the early plum,
I found it by the eaves
Of a proud storehouse.”
Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

Matsuo Bashō
“Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself
The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.”
Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

Matsuo Bashō
“Had I crossed the pass
Supported by a stick,
I would have spared myself
The fall from the horse.”
Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

Christopher Moore
“My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham...”
Christopher Moore, Coyote Blue

Matsuo Bashō
“dozing on horseback
smoke form the tea-fires
drifts to the moon”
Basho

Matsuo Bashō
“A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.”
Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

Matsuo Bashō
“Sick on a journey -
over parched fields
dreams wander on.”
Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“There was a mild wind in the air, and one or two petals of cherry blossom were falling gently to the ground. It was the kind of day you often have in late March—so perfect that you want it to last for ever.”
Noboyuki Yuasa

Matsuo Bashō
“Poor boy - leaves
moon-viewing
for rice-grinding.”
Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Matsuo Bashō
“Skylark sings all
day, and day
not long enough.”
Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Matsuo Bashō
“Year's end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.”
Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Matsuo Bashō
“Dying cricket -
how full of
life, his song.”
Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Matsuo Bashō
“Loneliness -
caged cricket dangling
from the wall.”
Matsuo Bashō

Matsuo Bashō
“Even if you have three or four extra syllables, or even five or seven, you needn’t worry as long as it sounds right. But if even one syllable is stale in your mouth, give it all of your attention.”
Matsuo Bashō, Narrow Road to the Interior / Hojoki