月
34 poems of the moon.
つき · in 34 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- watching the moon go down and I am aloneThe Begging Bowl
- out of a fine bath into a fine moonThe Begging Bowl
- all the way to the kitchen the moonlight, and i aloneOne Man Within
- the moon rises and i wait for nothingOne Man Within
- i come back down the middle of the moonlightOne Man Within
- under the leaning moon, being an owlOn the Begging Road
- the clouds hurry off and make it a fine moonOn the Begging Road
- the moon straight and full into the mosquito net — as if someone might comeWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon to the jizō — it's turned cold now, hasn't itWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon casting my shadow from behind, i cross the waterWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- when the moon comes round the back, the thicket's shadeWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- an unwilling parting — the day darkening early, the tenth-night moonWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- even when the moon comes round the back, the tree's shadeWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon rises from beyond the persimmon tree to above itWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon too on the water's floor there is a travelling skyFrom Journey to Journey
- truly mountain country nothing but mountains and the moon'sFrom Journey to Journey
- sunlight becomes at some point moonlight — the tree's shadowA Landscape of Weeds
- waking clear-headed I feel the moon right overheadA Landscape of Weeds
- the moon is bright I draw and set aside some waterA Landscape of Weeds
- when the moon grows bright before you know it — katydidsA Landscape of Weeds
- the brightness of the moon front and back — katydidsA Landscape of Weeds
- toward the moon the way the pampas plumes riseA Landscape of Weeds
- Kamakura is fine — the moon has risen through the pinesPersimmon Leaves
- with relief there's the moon I've come to TokyoPersimmon Leaves
- as the night deepens a cool moon from between the buildingsPersimmon Leaves
- down from the moon a flutter a persimmon leafPersimmon Leaves
- this bright moon what place is it bombing nowThe Home Front
- there I set the moon before deathCold and Alone
- letting the moon into my bed i settle down to sleepThe Crow
- sun into the mountain, moon out of the mountain, persimmons heavy on the boughThe Crow
- the moon unseen — moonlit water brimming fullThe Crow
- sure enough the moon of Shinano has come outThe Crow
- the brightness of the moon — a traveling couple's murmured talkThe Crow
- the moon shines perfectly clear right over the prisonThe Crow
Once he lived alone in his hermitage, the moon became his most familiar visitor. A house never locked lets the moon come all the way in. “Letting the moon into my bed I settle down to sleep.”