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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Matsuo Basho
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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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