しづか
8 poems of quiet.
in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- the road turns quiet and the buds of dokudamiThe Begging Bowl
- even at midday, a quiet fly knows the flyswatterWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- truly quiet — the grass springs up and bloomsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the mountain being so still I take off my hatFrom Journey to Journey
- given a live and quiet winter carpPersimmon Leaves
- drizzle falling and how quietly six hundred fifty soulsThe Home Front
- a whirligig quiet on water welling up and brimming overThe Crow
- how deeply, quietly the dust on my deskThe Crow
Quietness is the keynote of these poems; written in soft kana, shizuka, the quiet itself turns gentle. “The mountain being so still I take off my hat.”