白い
8 poems of white.
しろい · in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- white flowers from the mountain onto my deskA Landscape of Weeds
- there is warm white ricePersimmon Leaves
- at last it opened and it was a white flowerPersimmon Leaves
- washed the radish grows whiter stillPersimmon Leaves
- silent in the falling drizzle before a white boxThe Home Front
- both valiant and sorrowful the white boxThe Home Front
- one smooth peel — the whiteness of the leekCold and Alone
- the mountain's stillness is a white flowerThe Crow
White flowers, white rice — and the white boxes of the war dead. His white holds both cleanness and grief. “There is warm white rice.”