Matsuo Bashō

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Matsuo Bashō
Matsuo Bashō

An old pond. A frog jumps in. The sound of water. That's the whole account.

Matsuo Bashō
·1686·Edo (Tokyo), Japan

Harvest moon — / walking around the pond / all night long.

Matsuo Bashō

Come, let us go snow-viewing till we are buried.

Matsuo Bashō

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Matsuo Bashō

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on.

Matsuo Bashō
·1685·Japan

Learn about pines from the pine, and about bamboo from the bamboo.

Matsuo Bashō
·1686·Edo

An old silent pond. A frog jumps into the pond — splash! Silence again.

Matsuo Bashō

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

Matsuo Bashō

Do not follow in the footsteps of the old masters, but seek what they sought — and find it in the mountains, the rivers, and the open sky.

Matsuo Bashō

Year after year, on the monkey's face — a monkey's mask.

Matsuo Bashō
·1680·Japan

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.

Matsuo Bashō

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

Nevil Maskelyne — Total Solar Eclipse
1:08
Film · British Astronomical Association

Total Solar Eclipse

Nevil Maskelyne

May 28, 1900

Matsuo Bashō

Even in Kyoto — hearing the cuckoo's cry — I long for Kyoto.

Matsuo Bashō

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Matsuo Bashō

In this mortal frame of mine, which is made of a hundred bones and nine orifices, there is something, and this something is called a wind-swept spirit, for lack of a better name.