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Quotes About Reflection

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?
Just as a stag's antlers Are split into tines, So I must go willy-nilly Separated from my friend.
~ Matsuo Bash?
To talk casually About an iris flower Is one of the pleasures Of the wandering journey.
~ Matsuo Bash?
First winter rain – I plod on, Traveller, my name.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Clouds – a chance to dodge moon-viewing.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Autumn eve – please turn to me. I, too, am stranger.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Darkening waves – cry of wild ducks, faintly white.
~ Matsuo Bash?
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.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Dragonfly can't decide which blade of grass to land on
~ Matsuo Bash?
First rain of winter today's a day people get older
~ Matsuo Bash?
Autumn is leaving you'd like to hide in an opium poppy
~ Matsuo Bash?
Under the cherry/blossom soup/blossom salad.
~ Matsuo Bash?
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.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Clouds come from time to time - and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Loneliness - caged cricket dangling from the wall.
~ Matsuo Bash?
From five to six miles I walk every day In search of you, Cherry blossoms.
~ Matsuo Bash?
246. From the heart of the sweet peony,/A drunken bee. 251. Tomb. bend/to autumn wind-/ my sobbing.
~ Matsuo Bash?
On a withered branch A crow has alighted: Nightfall in autumn.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Every turn of the road brought me new thoughts and every sunrise gave me fresh emotions.
~ Matsuo Bash?
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought.
~ Matsuo Basho