旅
17 poems of journey.
たび · in 17 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- this journey, this endless journey — a cicada cryingThe Begging Bowl
- rewriting my traveler's farewell noteThe Begging Bowl
- how long will the traveling go on — cutting my nailsThe Begging Bowl
- until my travel robe dries, wind through the weedsOn the Begging Road
- on a willful, as-i-please journey, i go on getting wet in the rainOn the Begging Road
- the moon too on the water's floor there is a travelling skyFrom Journey to Journey
- the journey somehow autumnal even the mist that hangs on the mountainsFrom Journey to Journey
- swallows darting to and fro — from journey to journey I lace my sandalsFrom Journey to Journey
- on the journey a telegraph pole in the evening light — a tsukutsukubōshiA Landscape of Weeds
- on the journey even the sasa swaying on Sasa-yamaPersimmon Leaves
- on an aimless journey the sleeve-grass has gathered this muchPersimmon Leaves
- again shedding one layer journey after journeyPersimmon Leaves
- flinging my legs out toward the wild sea — before and after the journeyPersimmon Leaves
- the journey too — tadpoles are already swimmingThe Crow
- the sound of water — today too i travel aloneThe Crow
- the moon of a travel night slowly, slowly waningThe Crow
- the brightness of the moon — a traveling couple's murmured talkThe Crow
His whole life. Without a house, from journey to journey, changing straw sandals, the poems were born. “This journey, this endless journey — a cicada crying.”