水
45 poems of water.
みず · in 45 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- drifting and drifting I savor the waterThe Begging Bowl
- casting a shadow on the water I am a travelerThe Begging Bowl
- on the withered mountain there is water enough to drinkThe Begging Bowl
- in the lee of the rock water truly welling upThe Begging Bowl
- water this delicious overflowingThe Begging Bowl
- across the water the lights of the women's houses begin to flickerOn the Begging Road
- blazing sky, nowhere to hide, and water comes flowingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- in the soft steady rain i draw waterWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon casting my shadow from behind, i cross the waterWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the camellia falls, the water flowsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- drinking the water of home bathing in the water of homeWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- who shall I give it to — drawing off the loofah waterWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the water I wanted to drink was running with a soundFrom Journey to Journey
- drawing water deep among fallen leaves how clear the water isA Landscape of Weeds
- the moon is bright I draw and set aside some waterA Landscape of Weeds
- cleared skies and New Year's Day the water brimming fullA Landscape of Weeds
- in the water even the cloud-shadows leave something unsettledPersimmon Leaves
- even the drift of clouds — after the glory the water shinesPersimmon Leaves
- overtaken by nightfall — how good the water is around herePersimmon Leaves
- having come this far I drink the water and goPersimmon Leaves
- when the heart settles the sound of waterPersimmon Leaves
- faintly blooming and mirrored in the waterPersimmon Leaves
- the way the drying water clearsPersimmon Leaves
- deep autumn I fetch water and returnPersimmon Leaves
- the New Year comes I bought a bucket and it's full of waterPersimmon Leaves
- the ashes voiceless go across the waterThe Home Front
- carrying home the water I was given — warm, and spillingCold and Alone
- set loose in the water the winter carp all swimmingCold and Alone
- catching the rain a pailful of beautiful waterCold and Alone
- close to my body the water comes flowingHeart for the Road
- water on the stones — making it a spring nightHeart for the Road
- brimming, becoming spring water, it overflowsHeart for the Road
- across the water a man and a woman talk without endHeart for the Road
- how good the water is — the frogs are croakingThe Crow
- this is water that trickles down from the mountainThe Crow
- a whirligig quiet on water welling up and brimming overThe Crow
- the moon unseen — moonlit water brimming fullThe Crow
- the evening water ruffles a littleThe Crow
- the road through the middle of the water runs straightThe Crow
- where the water stands full a toad swimsThe Crow
- this water that water the sound of water becoming the TenryūThe Crow
- no water anywhere — sweating over the withered field they workThe Crow
- the water i begged and carry back spills — how coolThe Crow
- a crow goes flying — let me cross the waterThe Crow
- muddy water flowing on grows clearGleanings
Spring water met on the begging road, water drawn, water carried home. His water poems discover, again and again, how good water tastes: “water this delicious overflowing”, “overtaken by nightfall — how good the water is around here”. The drink most often written about by a man who drank himself into ruin was water — the quiet heart of this ranking. Near the end came “muddy water flowing on grows clear”; water that clears as it flows may have been his own wish. “Drifting and drifting I savor the water.”