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19 poems of leaves.
は · in 19 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- coming down without cease the big leavesThe Begging Bowl
- as if someone had come — only a loquat leaf fallingOne Man Within
- wanting to do something — though the grass blades swayOne Man Within
- in the shade of the fig leaves i have a lunch boxOn the Begging Road
- falling — the persimmon leaves; blooming — the tea flowers at their heightWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- the train's rumble seems like daybreak too — the oak leaves rustlingWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- in the blaze of noon, a single leaf fallsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- sun reaches my bed persimmon leaves, plumes of susuki grassWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- a shrike cries out and those leaves fallWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- already withering the blades of grass in the rainA Landscape of Weeds
- nothing left to regret — the taro leaves at evening flutter, flutterA Landscape of Weeds
- flowers turning to leaves — Tokyo, farewellPersimmon Leaves
- thinking of nothing the persimmon leaves fall and fallPersimmon Leaves
- down from the moon a flutter a persimmon leafPersimmon Leaves
- thinking of Sumita the persimmon leaves fall and fallPersimmon Leaves
- the leaves fallen no leaves left to fall the sunPersimmon Leaves
- the stillness of death — clear sky, a tree with no leavesCold and Alone
- the pleasure quarter — night not yet broken — a row of leafy willowsHeart for the Road
- in a corner the flower of the mitsubaThe Crow
Persimmon leaves, loquat leaves, taro leaves. A single leaf falling is enough for a poem. “In the blaze of noon, a single leaf falls.”