墓
9 poems of graves.
はか · in 9 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- the graves in a row and up to them the waves press inThe Begging Bowl
- a camellia opens and there is a graveOne Man Within
- spider lilies bloom and my home village is only graves nowWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- deep into the green leaves a path still — and a graveA Landscape of Weeds
- the drizzle washed the graves like a friend and passed onPersimmon Leaves
- walking with no aim between grave and graveCold and Alone
- sprung up in the graveyard, blooming, how beautifulThe Crow
- a convict's grave, and secretly the grass springs greenThe Crow
- sitting down on a stone — so it was a graveThe Crow
A man who walked prepared to die by the roadside was long friends with graves. There is no fear in his grave poems. “Walking with no aim between grave and grave.”