The journey itself is my home. by Matsuo Basho

The journey itself is my home.

Matsuo Basho

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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

farewell tears summer

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound. by Matsuo Basho

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

ponds sound water

Just washed, How chill The white leeks! by Matsuo Basho

Just washed, How chill The white leeks!

vegetables white justice

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our ten... by Matsuo Basho

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

creepers bridges life

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

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

echoes moon summer

O cricket from your cherry cry by Matsuo Basho

O cricket from your cherry cry

insects cry garden

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!)... by Matsuo Basho

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

rope vines bridges

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening by Matsuo Basho

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

crow autumn evening

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry... by Matsuo Basho

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

spring tree fall

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In t... by Matsuo Basho

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon. by Matsuo Basho

Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.

Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud by Matsuo Basho

Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud

geese clouds lost

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water by Matsuo Basho

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water

ponds sound water

If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling by Matsuo Basho

If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling

cherries knack fall

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge. by Matsuo Basho

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

bridges snow fall

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white. by Matsuo Basho

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

ducks nature sea

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark lonel... by Matsuo Basho

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

loneliness twilight sweet

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identica... by Matsuo Basho

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.

individuality cutting two

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams o... by Matsuo Basho

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

warrior summer dream

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the m... by Matsuo Basho

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

poverty moon children