Quotes from Matsuo Bash?

Come, see real flowers of this painful world.

This snowy morning That black crow I hate so much. . . But he's so beautiful!

Moonlit plum tree- wait, spring will come.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

Ah, it is spring, Great spring it is now, Great, great spring - Ah, Great -

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. —Bash?: Oku-no-hosomichi

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

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

you make the fire and I'll show you something wonderful: a big ball of snow!

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

Everyone in this house has gray hair, walks with a cane, visits the graveyard

A warbler singing— somewhere beyond the willow, before the thicket

An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again.

Should I hold it in my hand, it will melt in my burning tears. Autumnal frost.

Year by year/The monkey's mask/Reveals the monkey.

Lonely stillness— a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Many things of the past Are brought to my mind, As I stand in the garden Staring at a cherry tree.

The River Mogami has drowned Far and deep Beneath its surging waves The flaming sun of summer

Falling ill on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields

Wintery day, On my horse A frozen shadow.

Coming home at last At the end of the year I wept to find My old umbilical cord.

Old yam digger     please explain            this mountain's sorrows

Even in Kyoto     longing for Kyoto            hototogisu

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