Basho Matsuo Quotes

Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music

The journey itself is my home.

In my new robe
this morning -
someone else.

on this mountain
sorrow...tell me about it
digger of wild yams

The past remains hidden in clouds of memory.

Even in Kyoto longing for Kyoto hototogisu

All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate...
Snow...unceasing snow

Lonely stillness - a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Come, let's go
Snow-viewing
Till we're buried.

Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening

Moonlit plum tree-
wait,
spring will come.

Old pond - frogs jumped in - sound of water

Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away

Along this road goes no one, this autumn eve.

Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world

Don't touch my plumtree!
Said my friend and saying so...
Broke the branch for me

Hidden and unknown
Like the new moon
I will live my life

Amorous cat, alas
You too must yowl with your love...
or even worse, without!

Old yam digger please explain this mountain's sorrows

Moon woke me up
nine times
- still just 4 a.m.

Seek on high bare trails
Sky-reflecting violets...
Mountain-top jewels

dozing on horseback
smoke form the tea-fires
drifts to the moon

Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.

you make the fire
and I'll show you something wonderful:
a big ball of snow!