Quotes from Matsuo Bash?

To talk casually About an iris flower Is one of the pleasures Of the wandering journey.

Sparrow, spare the horsefly dallying in flowers.

First winter rain – I plod on, Traveller, my name.

Clouds – a chance to dodge moon-viewing.

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.

Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.

Birth of art – song of rice planters, chorus from nowhere.

Inviting the wind to carry Salt waves of the sea, The pine tree of Shiogoshi Trickles all night long Shiny drops of moonlight.

Autumn eve – please turn to me. I, too, am stranger.

Old fan scribbled with poems – shredded by summer's end. 232

The master said, 'Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo stalk from a bamboo stalk.' What he meant was that the poet should detach his mind from self… and enter into the object, sharing its delicate life and its feelings. Whereupon a poem forms itself. Description of the object is not enough: unless a poem contains feelings which have come from the object, the object and the poet's self will be separate things.

Darkening waves – cry of wild ducks, faintly white.

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds.

Não buscamos imitar os mestres, procuramos o que eles procuravam.

Under one roof, courtesans and monks asleep— moon and bush clover

Silencio la voz de la cigarra parte las rocas

Sora and I were separated by the distance of a single night, but it was just the same as being separated by a thousand miles.

Black forest nothing you say matters it snows all morning

Weather-beaten heart the wind must blow right through my body

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.

Even a summer day isn't long enough for singing skylarks

Even badly drawn a morning glory will be charming

Cherries are in bloom here comes a guy selling yam seeds

Dragonfly can't decide which blade of grass to land on