Quotes About Nature

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.

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.

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

Silencio la voz de la cigarra parte las rocas

Black forest nothing you say matters it snows all morning

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

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

Autumn is leaving you'd like to hide in an opium poppy

Autumn again getting old is like a bird flying into a cloud

Under the cherry/blossom soup/blossom salad.

When you plant it handle the wild cherry tree like a baby

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

55. Yellow rose petals/thunder-/a waterfall 65. Butterfly-/Winds curve into white poppy. 67. First winter rain-/I plod on,/traveler my name. 75. Wake butterfly-/it's late, we've miles/to go together. 93. Peony-/the bee can't bear to part. 94. Has it returned,/the snow/we viewed together? 95. No moon, no flowers, no friend-/and he drinks sake, 96. Unknown spring-/plum blossom/behind the mirror. 136. Wintry day,/on my horse/a frozen shadow.

Clouds come from time to time - and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.

Loneliness - caged cricket dangling from the wall.