What did Matsuo Basho mean by: The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white. - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan Copy
+ 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
+ The basis of art is change in the universe. Feraz Zeid, July 10, 2023December 12, 2023, Matsuo Basho, Art, Bases, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Old pond, frog jumps in – plop. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Matsuo Basho, Frogs, Ponds, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Ballet in the air… Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Air, Butterfly, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Dream, Summer, Warrior, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Cherries, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. Feraz Zeid, September 28, 2023December 26, 2023, Matsuo Basho, Heal, Nature, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
+ Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Matsuo Basho, Autumn, Shells, 0 - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
Nothing is lost and nothing is created in the operations of art as those of nature. - Louis Pasteur Microbiologist · France
But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature. - Michel de Montaigne Philosopher · France
If I were of the trade, I should naturalize art as much as they “artialize” nature. - Michel de Montaigne Philosopher · France
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’ - W. H. Auden Poet · England
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
The sea and wind can at the same time convey my neighbour’s vessel and my own. - Jean-Baptiste Say Economist · France