鳴く
9 poems of singing (of insects).
なく · in 9 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- nothing but crickets crying at meThe Begging Bowl
- a rustle, a scrape — a voiceless insect has comeOne Man Within
- bleats in the sun bleats in the clouds — one goatA Landscape of Weeds
- tsukutsukubōshi crying tsukutsukubōshiPersimmon Leaves
- poking out its head the bagworm does not singCold and Alone
- gacha gacha gacha gacha — nothing to do but cry outCold and Alone
- how good the water is — the frogs are croakingThe Crow
- the katydid sings — so it is alive after allThe Crow
- far off, close by, somewhere deep it is callingThe Crow
Katydids, frogs, a goat. The creatures that sing were his conversation partners in a one-man hermitage. “The katydid sings — so it is alive after all.”