174 Quotes by Matsuo Bashō

The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.

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

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.

Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

Year’s end still in straw hat and sandals.

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.