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12 poems of morning.
あさ · in 12 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- toward the noise since morning a long bridge is thrownThe Begging Bowl
- red dawn sky, rain falling — i'll sow the radishesOne Man Within
- that sound since morning — a bird come to eat the berries?One Man Within
- from the morning earth i pick it upOn the Begging Road
- the morning is cool — young myōga shootsOn the Begging Road
- ill and alone, morning turning into evening — green leavesWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- naked since morning, a dragonfly alightsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- a sleety morning it burns well so I heap wood on woodPersimmon Leaves
- dawn glow, dusk glow — nothing to eatCold and Alone
- the morning rain just enough to dampen the stonesHeart for the Road
- sowing into the morning light, then setting outHeart for the Road
- heaving up the morning earth in puffs — a moleThe Crow
The begging day begins with morning. His morning poems have the cleanness of hours in which nothing has happened yet. “From the morning earth I pick it up.”