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8 poems of autumn.
あき · in 8 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- sitting down on weeds gone autumnThe Begging Bowl
- when I sit there is wind autumn weedsFrom Journey to Journey
- that I was born as me and autumn deepens this mePersimmon Leaves
- deep autumn I fetch water and returnPersimmon Leaves
- autumn deepening further the rising-sun flags stream outThe Home Front
- one fragment of it will become the soil of home autumnThe Home Front
- from nowhere in particular clouds appear — autumn cloudsHeart for the Road
- become a fly at autumn's end i go crawling alongThe Crow
His autumn is a thing that deepens, and the deepening season overlaps his own aging. “That I was born as me and autumn deepens this me.”