A Quote by Kobayashi Issa

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends — © Kobayashi Issa
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this can be effected by men residing in the city.
I'm a city boy. I grew up in a big city, in Birmingham, and I want to write about a city. It's much richer tapestry for me than green fields. Fields and wild life make me feel ill. I don't like - I don't want to write about that stuff.
Although I'm a city boy, I am a rural person at heart - and that comes from school. I'd lived near Marble Arch in London and it was fantastic to be surrounded by fields and trees.
Me? I was lost for long time. I didn’t make any friends for few years. You can say I made friends with two trees, two big trees in the middle of the school […]. I spent all my free time up in those trees. Everyone called me Tree Boy for the longest time. […]. I preferred trees to people. After that I preferred pigeons, but it was trees first.
Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks.
At night, what you see is a city, because all you see is lights. By day, it doesn't look like a city at all. The trees out-number the houses. And that's completely typical of Seattle. You can't quite tell: is it a city, is it a suburb, is the forest growing back?
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.
I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Some days, I would find what seemed like entire family trees, torn from once-treasured albums and dumped in disorganized bins, selling 10 for a dollar. I wondered how people could give up pictures of their great-grandparents for complete strangers to paw through - or why complete strangers would want them.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
I go down the street, I say hello to everybody, a stranger or otherwise. I know that they do not know me, but I like to say hello and I think they appreciate it. I notice their faces light up with a smile and I believe that if all the people in our great city...would do that, the whole world would begin to say it is the "Friendly City." You can do a tremendous thing here. We get so absorbed, we do not always speak to our friends. Speak to them, even strangers, you are not going to give offense.
Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
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