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12 poems of crying (of birds).
なく · in 12 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- a crow caws and I too am aloneThe Begging Bowl
- a shrike cries and there is nowhere to lay this body downThe Begging Bowl
- in a tree already budding a bird is cryingThe Begging Bowl
- suddenly thinking of my child — a shrike criesWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the friendliness of a grassy hill — a warbler too is singingFrom Journey to Journey
- on a heart full of regret the sun shines and a small bird comes to singA Landscape of Weeds
- even if the crow caws no one will comePersimmon Leaves
- the sunny spot is glad — birds that sing and birds that don'tCold and Alone
- the flycatcher, alone again, cries and criesCold and Alone
- crying, two or three — spring crowsCold and Alone
- one bird comes and it is a bird that does not singThe Crow
- the crow crying, the crow flying, nowhere to settleThe Crow
For insects he wrote “sing”; for birds he often chose a starker character, closer to a wail. When a bird cries that way, it is somehow Santōka himself. “A crow caws and I too am alone.”