“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.” KnowsYearsBodyAgeNightLostMorningTreeWindBearsCloudsBitterFiftyBagsDestinationShellsTravelerPilgrimWalletsPeachesSnailAlmsOld TreesMorning And Night Author:Matsuo Basho
“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” JourneyWindCloudsDriftingSeashore Author:Matsuo Basho
“This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.” GrowingBirdCloudsDisappearAutumnGrowing Old Author:Matsuo Basho
