人
8 poems of people.
ひと · in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- as if someone had come — only a loquat leaf fallingOne Man Within
- the pine wind cool — a man eats, a horse eatsOn the Begging Road
- seeing someone off, coming home alone through the mudWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- some days even the longing for people — buds on the trees, buds on the grassA Landscape of Weeds
- when the grass sways I somehow wait for someoneA Landscape of Weeds
- bush clover spilling onto the path and now and then a visitor comesA Landscape of Weeds
- someone far away parted from me the tsukudani I simmerPersimmon Leaves
- since I stopped meeting people — mountain butterfliesHeart for the Road
Waiting for people who do not come, seeing people off, parting. The people poems are always born where people are absent. “When the grass sways I somehow wait for someone.”