On Love and Barley Quotes

“Come, butterfly
It's late-
We've miles to go together.”
― Basho, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Come, see the true
flowers
of this pained world.”
― Basho, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling”
― Basho, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“You the butterfly –
I, Chuang Tzu's
dreaming heart.
君や蝶
我や荘子が
夢心”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Come, let’s go
snow-viewing
till we’re buried.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Sick on a journey -
over parched fields
dreams wander on.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Violets – how precious on a mountain path.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Dew-drops –
how better wash away
world's dust?
露とくとく
試みに浮世
すすがばや　”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Autumn eve – please
turn to me. I,
too, am stranger.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Dying cricket -
how full of
life, his song.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Year's end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Skylark sings all
day, and day
not long enough.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Poor boy - leaves
moon-viewing
for rice-grinding.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Year by year/The monkey's mask/Reveals the monkey.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Lightning – heron-cry stabs darkness.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Has it returned,
the snow
we viewed together?
二人見し
雪は今年も
降りけるか”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“The master said, ‘Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo stalk from a bamboo stalk.’ What he meant was that the poet should detach his mind from self… and enter into the object, sharing its delicate life and its feelings. Whereupon a poem forms itself. Description of the object is not enough: unless a poem contains feelings which have come from the object, the object and the poet’s self will be separate things.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Old fan scribbled
with poems –
shredded by summer’s end. 232”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Birth of art –
song of rice planters,
chorus from nowhere.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Unknown spring –
plum blossom
behind the mirror.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Clouds –
a chance to dodge
moon-viewing.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“First winter rain –
I plod on,
Traveller, my name.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Sparrow, spare
the horsefly
dallying in flowers.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“246. From the heart of the sweet peony,/A drunken bee.
251. Tomb. bend/to autumn wind-/ my sobbing.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“55. Yellow rose petals/thunder-/a waterfall
65. Butterfly-/Winds curve into white poppy.
67. First winter rain-/I plod on,/traveler my name.
75. Wake butterfly-/it's late, we've miles/to go together.
93. Peony-/the bee can't bear to part.
94. Has it returned,/the snow/we viewed together?
95. No moon, no flowers, no friend-/and he drinks sake,
96. Unknown spring-/plum blossom/behind the mirror.
136. Wintry day,/on my horse/a frozen shadow.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“Under the cherry/blossom soup/blossom salad.”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“In my new robe/This morning-/Someone else”
― Matsuo Bashō, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho