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9 poems of trees.
き · in 9 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- winter has come — scraps of wood, scraps of bambooOne Man Within
- the tea shrubs too, hermitage-like, open then scatterOne Man Within
- ringed round by tea shrubs, a life of no particular anythingOne Man Within
- grasses and trees, come back alive and grown thickWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- just four or five trees out back and a cicada singingFrom Journey to Journey
- the persimmons red — a house grows livable when you live in it, and this its treeA Landscape of Weeds
- sunlight becomes at some point moonlight — the tree's shadowA Landscape of Weeds
- a sleety morning it burns well so I heap wood on woodPersimmon Leaves
- the stillness of death — clear sky, a tree with no leavesCold and Alone
He lived hedged by tea trees and gathered dead branches to burn. Trees are not scenery but company. “The stillness of death — clear sky, a tree with no leaves.”