Taigu Ryokan

(1758-1831 / Japan)

Taigu Ryokan Poems

1. Down In The Village 8/31/2010
2. No Luck Today On My Mendicant Rounds 8/31/2010
3. The Way Of The Holy Fool 8/31/2010
4. The Plants And Flowers 8/31/2010
5. The Wind Has Settled 8/31/2010
6. To Kindle A Fire 8/31/2010
7. To My Teacher 8/31/2010
8. The Winds Have Died 8/31/2010
9. Three Thousand Worlds 8/31/2010
10. Reply To A Friend 8/31/2010
11. Stretched Out 8/31/2010
12. For Children Killed In A Smallpox Epidemic 8/31/2010
13. At Master Do's Country House 8/31/2010
14. In My Youth I Put Aside My Studies 8/31/2010
15. Returning To My Native Village 8/31/2010
16. You Do Not Need Many Things 8/31/2010
17. White Hair 8/31/2010
18. In A Dilapidated Three-Room Hut 8/31/2010
19. This World 8/31/2010
20. How Can I Possibly Sleep 8/31/2010
21. When I Was A Lad 8/31/2010
22. When All Thoughts 8/31/2010
23. Yes, I’m Truly A Dunce 8/31/2010
24. In The Morning 8/31/2010
25. Slopes Of Mount Kugami 8/31/2010
26. You Stop To Point At The Moon In The Sky 8/31/2010
27. Like The Little Stream 8/31/2010
28. My Cracked Wooden Bowl 8/31/2010
29. No Mind 8/31/2010
30. The Lotus 8/31/2010
31. Wild Roses 8/31/2010
32. Orchid 8/31/2010
33. Teishin 8/31/2010
34. Midsummer 8/31/2010
35. Begging 8/31/2010
36. At Dusk 8/31/2010
37. The Thief Left It Behind 8/31/2010
38. My Legacy 8/31/2010
39. Rise Above 8/31/2010
40. Dreams 8/31/2010

Comments about Taigu Ryokan

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/25/2016 5:26:00 AM)

    '' Teishin [the young nun who cared for him, in his last years of life] records that Ryōkan, seated in meditation posture, died 'just as if he were falling asleep' ''

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  • Carol Pranschke (12/5/2013 1:24:00 AM)

    His poetry is sublime. He is the Great Fool. He fell in love when he was in his 70's. Now that's cool.

Best Poem of Taigu Ryokan

Too Lazy To Be Ambitious

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

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At Dusk

at dusk
i often climb
to the peak of kugami.
deer bellow,
their voices
soaked up by
piles of maple leaves
lying undisturbed at
the foot of the mountain.

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