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Quotes from Matsuo Bash?

There are also times when we feel like taking to the road ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying nearby, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes. (Written by Soryu as a postscript)
~ Matsuo Bash?
But unless things are seen with fresh eyes, nothing's worth writing down.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Come, let's go Snow-viewing Till we're buried.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Sick while traveling dream of a withered field wandering around
~ Matsuo Bash?
I'm touched by this chrysanthemum it weathered the typhoon
~ Matsuo Bash?
I do not seek to walk in the paths of the wise men of old, I seek what they sought.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Violets – how precious on a mountain path.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Come, let's go snow-viewing till we're buried.
~ Matsuo Bash?
El viejo estanque una rana se sumerge ruido de agua
~ Matsuo Bash?
I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and the grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds, and wrote in answer: From this day forth, alas, The dew-drops shall wash away The letters on my hat Saying 'A party of two'.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Moon almost full I'm thirty-nine a child still
~ Matsuo Bash?
Más alto que las alondras reposo en pleno cielo sobre el puerto de la montaña
~ Matsuo Bash?
In my new robe/This morning-/Someone else
~ Matsuo Bash?
Poor boy - leaves moon-viewing for rice-grinding.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Skylark sings all day, and day not long enough.
~ Matsuo Bash?
In the cicada's cry There's no sign that can foretell How soon it must die.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Year's end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Dying cricket - how full of life, his song.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Sick on a journey - over parched fields dreams wander on.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Cormorant fishing: How stirring, How saddening
~ Matsuo Bash?
??? ???? ??? The summer grasses— For many brave warriors The aftermath of dreams. - Donald Keene, Travelers of a Hundred Ages, New York, 1999, p. 316 (Translation: Donald Keene)
~ Matsuo Bash?
Lightning – heron-cry stabs darkness.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Indeed, one of the greatest pleasures of travelling was to find a genius hidden among weeds and bushes, a treasure lost in broken tiles, a mass of gold buried in clay, and when I did find such a person, I always kept a record with the hope that I might be able to show it to my friends.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Just as a stag's antlers Are split into tines, So I must go willy-nilly Separated from my friend.
~ Matsuo Bash?