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8 poems of camellia.
つばき · in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- onto my hat with a soft plop — a camelliaThe Begging Bowl
- a camellia opens and there is a graveOne Man Within
- one single camellia, one single flowerOne Man Within
- the camellia falls, the water flowsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- grown used to living here the wild camellia blooms on and onA Landscape of Weeds
- walking in the warmth — camellias fall plop plopA Landscape of Weeds
- no sooner open than dripping the crimson camelliaPersimmon Leaves
- shut into itself the wild camellia blooms and dropsCold and Alone
The camellia, dropping whole, is the reddest word in his poems. “Onto my hat with a soft plop — a camellia.”