.春立や我家の空もなつかしき
haru tatsu ya waga ya no sora mo natsukashiki
spring’s begun—
the sky over my house too
like old times
Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.
Louis Kahan
Louis Kahan
even for this body of dust
a guardian god!
blossoming spring
a guardian god!
blossoming spring
still I see them
how they were…
bare winter trees
how they were…
bare winter trees
even the crow,
usually hateful but
in the morning snow …”
– Bashō
(日頃にくき 烏も雪の あしたかな higoro nikuki karasu mo yuki no ashita kana)
the plum tree too
is soon snowed in…
winter seclusion
is soon snowed in…
winter seclusion
