Buy The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches (Classics) New Impression by Matsuo Basho, Nobuyuki Yuasa (ISBN: ). The Narrow Road to the Deep North (奥の細道 Oku no Hosomichi) is the title of famed haiku poet Matsuo Basho’s most famous work, a poem-filled travelogue. The Narrow Road to the Deep North, travel account written by Japanese haiku master Bashō as Oku no hosomichi (“The Narrow Road to Oku”), published in.

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Station 9 – Sesshoseki. The ending point is Ogakiwhich is 30 minutes by rail from Nagoyaa Tokaido Shinkansen stop. He received me kindly and gave me a comfortable lodging in one of the annexes in the South Valley. Like other forms of minimalist art, I find it difficult to really enjoy, despite its roots in Buddhist philosophy.

Articles containing Japanese-language text All articles with unsourced statements Articles with unsourced statements from December Articles with Japanese-language external links. The beach was dotted with a number of fisherman’s cottages and a tiny temple. I asked Tosai to make a summary of the day’s happenings and leave it at the temple as a souvenir. On my way to Yamanaka hot springthe white peak of Mount Shirane overlooked me all the time from behind.

I crossed the bridge of Asamuzu and saw the famous reeds of Tamaealready coming into flower. Then we went into the dark pine woods called Konoshita where even the beams of the sun could not penetrate.

The host of the inn was a young man named Kumenosuke. Of all the books we read in Religion class all term, Basho was my favorite. I visited the Gongen shrine on the fifth. This review is more of a note about this specific translation so that people know what it is. The implication to my mind is that he wasn’t a particularly good guide. My companion, Sora, was seized by an incurable pain in his stomach.

I enjoyed a bath in the hot spring whose marvelous properties had a reputation of being second to none, except the hot spring of Ariake. My pen strove in vain to equal this superb creation of divine artifice. Jul 13, Kathleen rated it it was amazing.


Now write a haiku. After his journey, he spent five years working and reworking the poems and prose of Oku no Hosomichi before publishing it. It is with awe That I beheld Fresh leaves, green leaves, Bright in the sun.

In Minamoto Yoritomo gained military control of Japan; seven years later he assumed the title of shogun and…. The fact is, it knows no other art than the art of writing poetry, and therefore, natrow hangs on to it more or less blindly. I don’t think I can sum up any better why The Narrow Road to the Deep North holds such a hhe place among the masterworks of Japanese literature, so I won’t try.

We are prepared for this by an excellent Introduction by Nobuyuki Yuasa, who also translated the five sketches. Probably there are better translations than these, first published inand surely better annotated editions too. This goddess is said to have locked herself up in a burning cell to prove the divine nature of her newly-conceived son when her husband doubted it. I was insufficiently knowledgeable about the context in which Basho’s travels took place and the book seemed beyond my assimilation.

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Among the treasures of the temple were the sword of Yoshitsune and the satchel which his faithful retainer, Benkei, had carried on his back. Pushing towards the north, I crossed the River Abukumaand walked between the high mountains of Aizu on the left and the three villages of Iwaki, Soma, and Miharu on the right, which were divided from the villages of Hitachi and Shimotsuke districts by a range of low mountains. Perhaps there is a particular significance to bawho 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 things.

I enjoyed his prose writing style about rooad journeys.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

A thicket of summer grass Is all that remains Of the dreams and ambitions Of ancient warriors. The fact is, it knows no other art than the anrrow of writing poetry, and therefore it hangs on to it more or less blindly. Crossing the so-called forty-eight rapids of the Kurobe River and countless other streams, I came to the village of Nago, where I inquired after the famous wisteria vines of Takofor I wanted to see tto in their early autumn colors though their flowering season was spring.


According to the legends, these were given him by Lord Yoshitomo while he was still in the service of the Minamotos.

My joy was great when I encountered anyone with the slightest understanding of artistic elegance. There is the type of hunger that you can feel in the legs to see distant places. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind- filled with a strong desire to wander. tbe

Fiction Add to myFT. I sympathized with them, for as they said themselves among their whispers, their life was such that they had to drift along even as the white froth of waters that beat on the shore, and having been forced to find a new companion each night, they had to renew their pledge of love at every turn, thus proving each time the fatal sinfulness of their nature.

But I, filthy occidental, do not know Japanese, and I am reduced to reading sentences such as this, chosen entirely at doad Humans are only one of many things and all these things long to live, and the highest form of living is freedom: Horth myself walked between trees laden with thick foliage with the distant sound of autumn wind in my ears and a vision of autumn tints before my eyes. His own poetry deals with the complex psychological landscape of the exiled and the displaced, among other themes.

Station 8 – Unganji. He must have chosen this particular spot for his smithy probably because he knew of a certain mysterious power latent in the water, just as indeed a similar power is known to have existed in the water of Ryosen Spring in China. Every turn of the road brought me new thoughts and every sunrise gave me fresh emotions.