雲
14 poems of clouds.
くも · in 14 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- wet with the rain that cloud let fallThe Begging Bowl
- not a single cloud I take off my hatThe Begging Bowl
- no more houses to beg from and clouds on the mountainsThe Begging Bowl
- cold clouds hurrying byThe Begging Bowl
- the clouds hurry off and make it a fine moonOn the Begging Road
- the two or three left behind turn to ripe persimmons — clouds coming and goingA Landscape of Weeds
- in the water even the cloud-shadows leave something unsettledPersimmon Leaves
- even the drift of clouds — after the glory the water shinesPersimmon Leaves
- the clouds at the water's bottom too — early-summer rain of the northern skyPersimmon Leaves
- drizzle falling the clouds tearing away I think of ChinaThe Home Front
- at the crematory a puddle mirrors the clouds — coldCold and Alone
- death is a chill sky — far off the clouds move onCold and Alone
- from nowhere in particular clouds appear — autumn cloudsHeart for the Road
- a bird far, far off enters the clouds — i see it offThe Crow
Look up and the clouds hurry; the rain they dropped soaks him. The speed of what crosses the sky, the slowness of a man walking the ground. “Cold clouds hurrying by.”