What did Matsuo Basho mean by: Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone. - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan Copy
+ Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash! Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Dark, Frogs, Unexpected, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Matsuo Basho, Mask, Monkeys, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Autumn, Bird, Clouds, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Children, Moon, Poverty, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock. Feraz Zeid, October 6, 2023December 26, 2023, Matsuo Basho, Nature, Rocks, Sound, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Learn, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Garden, Moon, Winter, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains! Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Mountain, Spring, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
What’s done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don’t talk about it. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
There’s the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away - Jeff Buckley Singer-songwriter
