Who is Matsuo Basho

Matsuo Bashō, (松尾 芭蕉, 1644 – November 28, 1694) born Matsuo Kinsaku, (松尾 金作) then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa, (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房) was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. During his lifetime, Bashō was recognized for his works in the collaborative haikai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as the greatest master of haiku (then called hokku). He is also well known for his travel essays beginning with Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton (1684), written after his journey west to Kyoto and Nara. Matsuo Bashō's poetry is internationally renowned, and, in Japan, many of his poems are reproduced on monuments and traditional sites. Although Bashō is famous in the West for his hokku, he himself believed his best work lay i...
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Matsuo Basho Poems

  • Autumn Moonlight
    Autumn moonlight--
    a worm digs silently
    into the chestnut.
  • Winter Solitude
    Winter solitude--
    in a world of one color
    the sound of wind.
  • With Every Gust Of Wind
    With every gust of wind,
    the butterfly changes its place
    on the willow.
  • The Shallows
    The shallows â??
    a craneâ??s thighs splashed
    in cool waves
  • Haiku
    scent of plum blossoms
    on the misty mountain path
    a big rising sun
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Winter 12 Autumn 11 Rain 9 Moon 9 Morning 8 Cold 6 Wind 5 Snow 5 World 5 Butterfly 5

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Myrtlebeachsp: there came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and i set off on a journey to roam along the seashores. matsuo basho
Liston_lis: “ do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. seek what they sought. ” ― matsuo basho
Bookreviewsasia: “basho: the complete haiku of matsuo basho”, translated by andrew fitzsimons [arb review
Mikerburch: an ancient pond, the frog leaps: the silver plop and gurgle of water —matsuo basho, loose translation by michael r. burch
_teamnimrit_: nimrit deserves trophy every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. - matsuo basho..
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