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23 poems of flowers.
はな · in 23 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- sweeping for the first time in a while — the hedge flowers are in bloomThe Begging Bowl
- just moved in and the red spider lilies at the height of bloomOne Man Within
- the tea flowers, i let them just keep falling as they fallOne Man Within
- somehow it has grown light — tea flowersOne Man Within
- the sky clouds as if someone might come — loquat blossomsOne Man Within
- utterly hushed, the shepherd's purse at the height of bloomOne Man Within
- wild roses — let me become the soil of this placeOn the Begging Road
- here once again the wild roses are scatteringOn the Begging Road
- falling — the persimmon leaves; blooming — the tea flowers at their heightWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- when the lilies bloom, for the jizō too a lilyWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- everyone in good health — the pumpkin flowers tooFrom Journey to Journey
- white flowers from the mountain onto my deskA Landscape of Weeds
- flowers turning to leaves — Tokyo, farewellPersimmon Leaves
- at last it opened and it was a white flowerPersimmon Leaves
- utterly hushed the fatsia flowers bloomThe Home Front
- one bird playing in silence among the blossomsCold and Alone
- the more the rain falls the brighter the leopard-plant flowersCold and Alone
- the cranesbill blooms as its own quiet flowerCold and Alone
- in a corner the flower of the mitsubaThe Crow
- a daughter and her mother come carrying lotus flowersThe Crow
- thunder crashes and fragrant the flower pure whiteThe Crow
- dewy indeed the flower of the dayflowerThe Crow
- the mountain's stillness is a white flowerThe Crow
His eye went not to blossom at its height but to flowers blooming unnoticed — tea flowers, loquat flowers, shepherd’s-purse. “At last it opened and it was a white flower.”