空
12 poems of sky.
そら · in 12 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- from the evening sky i receive a single yuzuOne Man Within
- the sky clouds as if someone might come — loquat blossomsOne Man Within
- the sky's depth is water with sunken leavesWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- what a gentle sky — two or three citronsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- under a sky where the young persimmon leaves shine, i go on not dyingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the moon too on the water's floor there is a travelling skyFrom Journey to Journey
- a little teahouse and chrysanthemums set in an empty bottleA Landscape of Weeds
- toward the sky young bamboo untroubledA Landscape of Weeds
- standing still the wind crossing the sky far, far offPersimmon Leaves
- the clouds at the water's bottom too — early-summer rain of the northern skyPersimmon Leaves
- death is a chill sky — far off the clouds move onCold and Alone
- the good taste of the rice — the blue, blue skyHeart for the Road
Fewer skies looked up at than skies reflected in water, or tasted in good rice. The sky always appears from inside daily life. “The good taste of the rice — the blue, blue sky.”