あるく
17 poems of walking.
in 17 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- the blazing sky borne on my head I go beggingThe Begging Bowl
- walking with a dragonfly perched on my hatThe Begging Bowl
- walking on and on the red spider lilies blooming on and onThe Begging Bowl
- this hopeless self of mine walking alongThe Begging Bowl
- in my home village where the rain falls i walk barefootOne Man Within
- when i walk, butterbur budsOne Man Within
- today again all day i have walked the windOn the Begging Road
- walking buttercups, sitting buttercupsOn the Begging Road
- in the wind, gathering dead branches, walking onWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- walk and there are grass seeds sit and there are grass seedsFrom Journey to Journey
- walking and begging the sound of water goes on and onFrom Journey to Journey
- however much I think on it it comes to the same thing — treading fallen leaves as I walkA Landscape of Weeds
- walking in the warmth — camellias fall plop plopA Landscape of Weeds
- walk — a cuckoo; hurry — a cuckooPersimmon Leaves
- nothing to do but walk covered in seeds nothing to do but returnPersimmon Leaves
- in the wind walking on, blaming myselfCold and Alone
- become a fly at autumn's end i go crawling alongThe Crow
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.