ふる
20 poems of falling.
in 20 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- gently tipsy the leaves come fluttering downThe Begging Bowl
- a shabby shadow, I think — and leaves fallThe Begging Bowl
- in my home village where the rain falls i walk barefootOne Man Within
- red dawn sky, rain falling — i'll sow the radishesOne Man Within
- leaves falling — deep within i behold the buddhaOne Man Within
- snow falling on gochū, and i as one man tend a fireOne Man Within
- snow falling — one by one they goOne Man Within
- quietly the snow falls — the small birds' affectionWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- waking, snow falling — not that i feel lonely, butWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- there is only this road spring snow fallingFrom Journey to Journey
- dangling there in the falling snow a bagwormA Landscape of Weeds
- once I'm dead — weeds, rain fallingA Landscape of Weeds
- spring snow falling the women are truly beautifulPersimmon Leaves
- nothing happening bare tree snow fallingPersimmon Leaves
- snow falls there is food to eat snow fallsPersimmon Leaves
- when it snows I buy sake and the price of sake has gone up tooPersimmon Leaves
- onto snow snow falls they say the fighting is only beginningThe Home Front
- the more the rain falls the brighter the leopard-plant flowersCold and Alone
- since we parted it snows every single dayCold and Alone
- a fire — let it rain, it blazes up prayingThe Crow
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.”