How much I desire!
Inside my little satchel,
the moon, and flowers
Ganjin of Sho ¯daiji Temple endured seventy adversities in his attempts to come to Japan from China. He is said to have lost his sight due to the salt wind blown into his eyes. Worshipping at his sacred image:
with a young leaf
I would wipe the tears
from your eyes
Temple of Suma—
hearing the unblown flute
in the deep shade of trees
sumadera ya / fukanu fue kiku / koshitayami
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, for it is much like a thin drapery that is torn and swept away at the slightest stir of the wind. This something in me took to writing poetry years ago, merely to amuse itself at first, but finally making it its lifelong business. It must be admitted, however, that there were times when it sank into such dejection that it was almost ready to drop its pursuit, or again times when it was so puffed up with pride that it exulted in vain victories over the others. Indeed, ever since it began to write poetry, it has never found peace with itself, always wavering between doubts of one kind and another. At one time it wanted to gain security by entering the service of a court, and at another it wished to measure the depth of its ignorance by trying to be a scholar, but it was prevented from either because of its unquenchable love of poetry. The fact is, it knows no other art than the art of writing poetry, and therefore, it hangs on to it more or less blindly.
Matsuo BashōΑρρώστησα.
Μόνο τα όνειρά μου
συνεχίζουν το ταξίδι
σ' αυτήν την ερημιά.
Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water
Matsuo BashōStichwörter: haiku poetry-love-spirituality
All who have achieved excellence in art possess one thing in common; that is, a mind to be one with nature, throughout the seasons.
Matsuo BashōAt one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The alternatives battled in my mind and made my life restless.
Matsuo BashōStichwörter: poetry poet tired alternatives verses
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