174 Quotes by Matsuo Bashō

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.

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

Year's end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

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

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

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

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

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

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!