Top 104 Quotes & Sayings by Matsuo Basho - Page 2

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

O cricket from your cherry cry No one would ever guess How quickly you must die.

Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

Year's end still in straw hat and sandals

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

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

All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water - A deep resonance.

Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up in armor and helmet and goes to the battlefield, or in colorful brocade kimono, attending (his lord) at a banquet, [sabi] is like this old figure.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels

He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.

Just washed, How chill The white leeks!

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.

Old pond, leap-splash - a frog.

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

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

Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.