あたたかい
11 poems of warmth.
in 11 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- fallen leaves gone warm — spearflower berriesOne Man Within
- everything, made into gruel, warmWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- when it turns warm shadows of trees, shadows of peopleA Landscape of Weeds
- warmly the grass has withered awayPersimmon Leaves
- Izu is warm and good for sleeping outdoors the sound of waves tooPersimmon Leaves
- the graveyard warm a butterflyPersimmon Leaves
- there is warm white ricePersimmon Leaves
- straw stack after straw stack how warmPersimmon Leaves
- the warm foot of the hills here I will lay you to restThe Home Front
- carrying home the water I was given — warm, and spillingCold and Alone
- grass seeds on my sleeves, on my hem — warmCold and Alone
“There is warm white rice.” That alone makes a poem. In his work, warmth always takes the shape of a small salvation.