No. 1
草
The title Sōmokutō means a tower raised to the souls of grasses and trees. For Santōka, grass was a place to sit, a bed for the night, and the place he would one day return to. “Glad things too, sad things too — the grass grows thick.”
We counted the words of all 701 poems.
The most frequent is “grass” — 52 poems. Then water, mountains, the moon.
What a man saw as he walked, begged, and slept in the fields — the order of his words tells it.
From Kumamoto, 1925, to Matsuyama, 1940 — fifteen years of wandering.
The words most distinctive of each period stand along the way.
Drag Santōka to travel through his years.

No. 1
The title Sōmokutō means a tower raised to the souls of grasses and trees. For Santōka, grass was a place to sit, a bed for the night, and the place he would one day return to. “Glad things too, sad things too — the grass grows thick.”
No. 2
Spring water met on the begging road, water drawn, water carried home. The drink written about most by a man who drank himself into ruin was, in fact, water. “Drifting and drifting I savor the water.”
No. 3
The mountains of the opening poem: “going in deeper and deeper still, the green mountains”. Not Fuji, not Aso — just green mountains. Being no mountain in particular, they become each reader’s own.
| word | count | a note on the word | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 月the moon | 34× · 34 poems | Once he lived alone in his hermitage, the moon became his most familiar visitor. A house never locked lets the moon come all the way in. “Letting the moon into my bed I settle down to sleep.” |
| 5 | 咲くblooming | 30× · 30 poems | He stopped, again and again, for nameless grasses in bloom. Whatever blooms is affirmed just as it is. “That too will do — grass is blooming.” |
| 6 | 雪snow | 30× · 24 poems | Perhaps the quietest word in his poems. Alone in the Gochū-an hermitage, he watches what keeps falling. “Onto snow snow falling, and I am in the stillness.” |
| 7 | 風wind | 24× · 24 poems | Wind was not something to be blown about by, but something to walk inside. “Today again all day I have walked the wind.” |
| 8 | 花flowers | 23× · 23 poems | His eye went not to blossom at its height but to flowers blooming unnoticed — tea flowers, loquat flowers, shepherd’s-purse. “At last it opened and it was a white flower.” |
| 9 | ふるfalling | 21× · 20 poems | Rain falls, snow falls, leaves fall. For a man who walked beneath falling things with one bamboo hat, this word drops straight from the sky into the poem. “Snow falls there is food to eat snow falls.” |
| 10 | 葉leaves | 20× · 19 poems | Persimmon leaves, loquat leaves, taro leaves. A single leaf falling is enough for a poem. “In the blaze of noon, a single leaf falls.” |
| 11 | 旅journey | 20× · 17 poems | His whole life. Without a house, from journey to journey, changing straw sandals, the poems were born. “This journey, this endless journey — a cicada crying.” |
| 12 | 落葉fallen leaves | 19× · 18 poems | Fallen leaves are swept, trodden — and they announce a visitor. Living alone, he kept their sound close to his ear. “Those footsteps coming through the leaves I know them.” |
| 13 | あるくwalking | 17× · 17 poems | Santōka was a walking poet. “This hopeless self of mine walking along.” There was no destination; walking itself was the point. So the poems grew in number, like steps. |
| 14 | 食べるeating | 16× · 15 poems | Cooking rice received as alms, picking butterbur to eat. His eating poems are the plain record of being alive. “Savoring it deeply rice that is only rice.” |
| 15 | ふるさとhome village | 16× · 15 poems | The town in Yamaguchi where his family fell and his mother died. Longing and pain always live together in it. “Home is far away and the buds on the trees.” |
| 16 | 水音sound of water | 15× · 15 poems | The sound alone can carry a poem: “pushing in — the sound of water”. To a walker it was a signpost; at the hermitage it settled the heart. “The sound of water — truly I have settled down.” |
| 17 | 雲clouds | 15× · 14 poems | Look up and the clouds hurry; the rain they dropped soaks him. The speed of what crosses the sky, the slowness of a man walking the ground. “Cold clouds hurrying by.” |
| 18 | おちるdropping | 14× · 12 poems | A ripe persimmon drops, a camellia drops, a leaf drops. Waiting for things to fall was the day’s whole work at the hermitage. “Thinking of Sumita the persimmon leaves fall and fall.” |
| 19 | ちるscattering | 13× · 13 poems | He wrote falling as often as blooming. What scatters is petals and leaves — and, some day, himself. “Blooming quietly and falling.” |
| 20 | 啼くcrying (of birds) | 12× · 12 poems | For insects he wrote “sing”; for birds he often chose a starker character, closer to a wail. When a bird cries that way, it is somehow Santōka himself. “A crow caws and I too am alone.” |
All 701 poems were counted by machine and checked by eye.
Ubiquitous words like “to be” and “to do” are omitted; words appearing in five or more poems are listed.
Santōka Alarm puts these 701 poems in your pocket,
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