死ぬ
8 poems of dying.
しぬ · in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- cold rain falling and I am not yet deadThe Begging Bowl
- under a sky where the young persimmon leaves shine, i go on not dyingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- once I'm dead — weeds, rain fallingA Landscape of Weeds
- have you died right after laying your eggs mantisPersimmon Leaves
- there I set the moon before deathCold and Alone
- the frost white — someone lies dead, just like thatHeart for the Road
- in the soft spring sun a butterfly lies deadHeart for the Road
- the morning-after goldfish floats up deadHeart for the Road
Death was always near; that is exactly why the day one has not died becomes a poem. “Cold rain falling and I am not yet dead.”