Frasi di Matsuo Bashō

“Non c'è nulla che puoi vedere che non sia un fiore; non c'è nulla che puoi pensare che non sia la luna.”

“Chi potrà mai difendere l'altro, quando per questo sarà giunta l'ora di morire? Non v'è chi possa trattenere la secchia quando la corda è spezzata. Il mondo degli uomini ha modi simili a quello delle selve: a suo tempo è tagliato o cresce.”

“Seduto in silenzio, senza fare nulla, arriva la primavera e l'erba cresce da sola.”

“[Haiku] Un guscio | di cicala, svuotatasi | nel canto”

“Finisce l'anno. Ancora
indosso il mantello
e sandali di paglia.”

“Tutte le poesie che ho composto durante la vita sono, ciascuna, la mia poesia funebre.”

“[Haiku] Erba estiva: | dei sogni di gloria dei grandi guerrieri, | ora, | rovine, | e null'altro”

“[Haiku] Si spegne l'eco della campana | persiste il profumo dei fiori: | è sera!”

“[Haiku] La primavera se ne va – | piangono gli uccelli, sono lacrime | gli occhi dei pesci.”

“Il silenzio
penetra nella roccia
un canto di cicale.”

“Viaggiando, malato
la strada dei sogni miei
su una palude prosciugata.”

“[Haiku] Tempio di Suma – Ascolto | un flauto che nessuno suona | nel bosco scuro d'ombre.”

“[Haiku] Il canto | delle cicale | non dà segno | di loro vicino morire.”

“Matsushima | aah Matsushima | Matsushima”

“[Haiku] Mare selvaggio | e sopra l'isola di Sado | la Via Lattea”

“Suvvia, andiamo a
contemplare la neve
fino a cadervi dentro.”

“Coloro che navigano sulla barca della vita, o invecchiano conducendo cavalli, viaggiano per sempre, e la loro casa è ovunque li portino i viaggi.”

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

“Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”

“Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel…
Sleeping our noons away”

“The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”

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

“Describe plum-blossoms?
Better than my verses… white
Wordless Butterflies”

“Sick on a journey,
my dreams wander
the withered fields.
Bashō's last poem, written while he was dying of a stomach illness.”

“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.”

“Who mourns makes grief his master.
Who drinks makes pleasure his master.”

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

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

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

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

“All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Snow… unceasing snow”

“When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.”

“Come, see the true
flowers
of this pained world.”

“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves… a butterfly
Floats and balances”

“Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of soldiers' dreams”

“How I long to see
among dawn flowers,
the face of God.”

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

“Ballet in the air…
Twin butterflies until, twice white
They Meet, they mate”

“Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now…
Waterfall music”

“On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening”

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

“Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.”

“No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.”

“Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice…
Or backyard love?”

“Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice”

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