Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Matsuo BashoRead
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Interpretation
The quote expresses sorrow and separation, drawing a poignant comparison between a clam and the deep emotions felt in parting.
In this quote by Matsuo Basho, the speaker conveys a profound sense of loss and melancholy that accompanies separation from a loved one. The imagery of a clam being torn from its shell poignantly illustrates the pain of leaving someone behind, while the mention of autumn adds a sense of inevitable change and the fleeting nature of life and relationships.
In practice
A poignant moment during a farewell speech.
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
One word from you shall silence me forever.
What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one? What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity? That is what I believe love to be.
As Lent is the time for greater love, listen to Jesus' thirst...'Repen t and believe' Jesus tells us. What are we to repent? Our indifference, our hardness of heart. What are we to believe? Jesus thirsts even now, in your heart and in the poor -- He knows your weakness. He wants only your love, wants only the chance to love you.
But I love you I'm totally and completely in love with you and I don't care if you think it's too late. I'm telling you anyway.
There comes a holy _x000D_ and transparent time _x000D_ when every touch _x000D_ of beauty _x000D_ opens the heart _x000D_ to tears. _x000D_ This is the time _x000D_ the Beloved of heaven _x000D_ is brought tenderly on earth. _x000D_ This is the time _x000D_ of the opening _x000D_ of the ROSE.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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