ふるさと
15 poems of home village.
in 15 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- home is far away and the buds on the treesThe Begging Bowl
- in my home village where the rain falls i walk barefootOne Man Within
- firefly come, come — i've reached my home villageOn the Begging Road
- hazed and layered, the mountains are my home villageOn the Begging Road
- memory is the tide coming in at the home-village ferry landingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- drinking the water of home bathing in the water of homeWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- spider lilies bloom and my home village is only graves nowWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- a slight bitterness too — the butterbur shoots of my old homeA Landscape of Weeds
- my old home — the snow on that range of mountains shiningPersimmon Leaves
- larch needles fallen — dozing off, a dream of homePersimmon Leaves
- from deep in the soil of home a bell cricketPersimmon Leaves
- one fragment of it will become the soil of home autumnThe Home Front
- suddenly thoughts of home — the sansho budsHeart for the Road
- deciding to stay the night — my hometown's onion flowersHeart for the Road
- home is where the lettuce-and-miso tastes good — being homeHeart for the Road
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.”