Quote

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Matsuo Basho

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Begins
Summer
Moon
Hands
Clapping
Echoes
Dawn

More quotes by Matsuo Basho

Image
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Matsuo Basho
Image
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud
Matsuo Basho
Image
Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up in armor and helmet and goes to the battlefield, or in colorful brocade kimono, attending (his lord) at a banquet, [sabi] is like this old figure.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Matsuo Basho
Image
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
Matsuo Basho
Image
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Matsuo Basho
Image
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
Matsuo Basho
Image
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Matsuo Basho
Image
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Matsuo Basho
Image
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Matsuo Basho
Image
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Matsuo Basho