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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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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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April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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