TENNYSON & BASHO, TWO GLANCES

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;-
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Tennyson



When I look carefully
I see the nazuna blooming
By the hedge!

Basho