雑草
9 poems of weeds.
ざっそう · in 9 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- sitting down on weeds gone autumnThe Begging Bowl
- after all being alone is best — weedsOne Man Within
- until my travel robe dries, wind through the weedsOn the Begging Road
- not waiting, not not-waiting — moonlight on the weedsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- there's something to eat, something to get drunk on too — rain on the weedsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- somehow I am still kept alive here among the weedsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- when I sit there is wind autumn weedsFrom Journey to Journey
- just as I am as a weed I put out budsA Landscape of Weeds
- once I'm dead — weeds, rain fallingA Landscape of Weeds
When he called the nameless grasses weeds, he counted himself among them. A chapter bears the name “A Landscape of Weeds”. “Just as I am as a weed I put out buds.”