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11 poems of seeds & berries.
み · in 11 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- my robe torn to this and burrs of grassThe Begging Bowl
- the dew on the grass seed, trying to settleOne Man Within
- gathering the fruit that ripens and fallsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the sound of water never ceasing — briar berriesWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the spearflower too — a lonesome one, its berry a single dotWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- able to die anytime — the grass blooming, bearing fruitWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- he came round the back way covered in grass burrsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- I'll sleep here grass seeds spillingFrom Journey to Journey
- walk and there are grass seeds sit and there are grass seedsFrom Journey to Journey
- grass seeds on my sleeves, on my hem — warmCold and Alone
- the peach has set its fruit and you are already goneHeart for the Road
Grass seeds clinging to his robe, tree fruit ripening and dropping. Not a harvest — a companion of the road. “My robe torn to this and burrs of grass.”