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Across the mountains of Unohana-yama and the valleys of Kurikara- daniI entered the city of Kanazawa on July the fifteenthwhere I met a merchant from Osaka named Kasho who invited me to stay at his inn. Passing through the town of Hiwada, which was about five miles from the house of the Poet Nasho, I came to the famous hills of Asaka.
Narrow Road to the Deep North
Station 15 – Iizuka. I wondered what kind of people were living in those isolated houses, and was approaching one of them with a strange sense of yearning, when, as if to interrupt me, the moon rose glittering over the darkened sea, completing the full transformation to a night-time scene.
It was fine again on the sixteenth. Everybody was overjoyed to see me as if I had returned unexpectedly from the dead. Tired with a sedentary life, in he embarked on the first of his many trips, traveling to Mount Fuji and Ise. Sep 30, Scott rated it liked it Shelves: I therefore sent back the horse, with a small amount of money tied to the saddle.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches by Matsuo Bashō
Mar 02, G. When the time came for us to say good-bye, this painter gave me his own drawings of Matsushima and Shiogama and two pairs of straw sandals with laces dyed in the deep blue of the iris. So he took to the road after taking the tonsure on the very morning of our departure, putting on the black robe of an itinerant priest, and even changing his name to Sogo, which means Religiously Enlightened.
Views Ti Edit View history. Near Komatsu, Basho visited Natadera, a famous temple still visited by many Japanese but few foreign tourists.
I went to see the willow tree which Saigyo celebrated in his poem when he wrote, “Spreading its shade over a crystal stream. According to the legends, these were given him by Lord Yoshitomo while he was still in the service of the Minamotos. When we entered the city of Ogaki deepp horseback, Sora joined us again, having arrived from the province of Ise; Etsujin, too, came hurrying on horseback, and we all went to the house of Joko, where I enjoyed reunion with Zensen, Keiko, and his sons and many other old friends of mine who came to see me by day or by night.
Farewell, my old fan.
It is a beautiful thing when the two meet seamlessly. Perhaps there is a particular significance to some of the places he visits, his choice of words or his meetings with people, but I leave any commentary to those who know about such ddep. I went to the Tenryuji Temple in the town of Matsuoka, for the head priest of the temple was an old friend of mine. You’ll come away amazed A clear sky and brilliant sun greeted my eyes on the following morning, and I sailed across the lagoon in an open boat.
I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time. Aug 02, Andrew added it Shelves: When he composed The Basyo Road to the Deep Northhe was an ardent student of Zen Buddhism, setting off on a series of travels designed to strip away the trappings of the material world and bring spiritual enlightenment. Station 10 – Shirakawa.
Since Marrow had nowhere permanent to stay, I had no interest whatever in keeping treasures, and since I was empty-handed, I had no fear of being robbed on the way. One day he took me to various places of interest which I might have missed but for his assistance. This was the site of the warrior’s house.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
When, on the following morning, the sun rose again and dispersed the clouds, I went down towards Mount Yudono. Oku no hosomichi – poems tr. The ruins of the main gate greeted my eyes a mile before I came upon Lord Hidehira’s mansion, which had been utterly reduced to rice-paddies. The prose was almost as disappointing. As we turn every corner of the Narrow Road to the Deep North, we sometimes stand up unawares to applaud and we sometimes fall flat to resist the agonizing pains we feel in the depths of our hearts.
Strangely enough however, no one offered me hospitality.