咲く
30 poems of blooming.
さく · in 30 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- sweeping for the first time in a while — the hedge flowers are in bloomThe Begging Bowl
- walking on and on the red spider lilies blooming on and onThe Begging Bowl
- met again the sasanqua too in bloomThe Begging Bowl
- on today's road a dandelion has bloomedThe Begging Bowl
- what on earth is what — everything is in bloomOn the Begging Road
- falling — the persimmon leaves; blooming — the tea flowers at their heightWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- bees and butterflies and grasses, blooming without endWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- truly quiet — the grass springs up and bloomsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the happiness of springing up, growing, bloomingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- able to die anytime — the grass blooming, bearing fruitWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- when the lilies bloom, for the jizō too a lilyWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- somewhere along the way the cherries bloomed — we meet and we partFrom Journey to Journey
- deep in the mountains the butterbur shoots at least are in bloomFrom Journey to Journey
- rather than growing tall it bloomsA Landscape of Weeds
- blooming quietly and fallingA Landscape of Weeds
- all around me nothing but grass and it's all in bloomA Landscape of Weeds
- that too will do — grass is bloomingA Landscape of Weeds
- where I wash the rice mizosoba has bloomed unnoticedPersimmon Leaves
- how much longer will I live the spider lilies have openedPersimmon Leaves
- faintly blooming and mirrored in the waterPersimmon Leaves
- at last it opened and it was a white flowerPersimmon Leaves
- utterly hushed the fatsia flowers bloomThe Home Front
- all around me the grasses bloom as they pleaseCold and Alone
- over grass left to bloom as it will — butterfliesCold and Alone
- shut into itself the wild camellia blooms and dropsCold and Alone
- the cranesbill blooms as its own quiet flowerCold and Alone
- i happened to call and that magnolia was in bloomHeart for the Road
- sprung up in the graveyard, blooming, how beautifulThe Crow
- the bush clover blooms and sure enough a mantis is thereThe Crow
- all around me day by day the grasses i love come into bloomThe Crow
He stopped, again and again, for nameless grasses in bloom. Whatever blooms is affirmed just as it is. “That too will do — grass is blooming.”