Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.
Kobo AbeGreen makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.
Kobo AbeWhen I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.
Kobo Abe