winter solitude by Matsuo Basho tr. Robert Hass
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Untitled
by Basho
I am a wanderer
so let that be my name–
the first winter rain
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Fragante orquídea,
mariposa: en sus alas
se quema incienso.
Matsuo Bashō.
Creación digital: MAVi. 🦋
Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar.
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Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the flood of its sweet scent.
Matsuo Bashō
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
-- Matsuo Basho
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NORTHERN EXPOSURE
3.15 Democracy In America
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人々を しぐれよ宿は 寒くとも
- Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
On the people,
I hope drizzling winter rain,
Even the house is cold.
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Se da questo universo nascono
i fiori, allora ho fiducia.
Matsuo Basho
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A garden in winter:
A thin thread of moon above
A single insect’s lonely cry.
Basho
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Sit quietly, do nothing
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Matsuo Bashō (deceased)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
DOB: Born 1644
RIP: 28 November 1694
Ethnicity: Japanese
Occupation: Poet, writer, teacher
Note: Most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan and is recognized as the greatest master of haiku (then called hokku).
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Il y a un charme particulier
Dans ces tempêtes froissées,
Chrysanthèmes cassés.
Matsuo Basho
Art: Joseph Faust 🇨🇵 Fleurs De Japon
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Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
- Basho
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