174 Quotes by Matsuo Bashō

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

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

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.