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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Complexity, richness, and life in its passions and contradictions I first became aware of this from some puttering around on the internet, and from an article years ago in the Scottish publication Rebel Magazine, which wrote a brief, admiring account of Basho’s life and work.

As I descended this river in a boat, I felt as if the mountains on both sides were ready to fall down upon me, for the boat was tiny one – the kind that farmers used bwsho carrying sheaves of rice in old times – and the trees were heavily laden with foliage.

Rlad came home after dark. As the first stretch of the trip has been largely absorbed into urban sprawl, many choose to head straight for Sendai Stage 18 and start their trip there with a possible ceep to Nikko.

Be that as it may, this shrine on Mount Haguro is counted among the three most sacred shrines of the north, together with the shrines on Mount Gassan and Mount Yudono, and is a rod shrine of the temple on Mount Toei in Edo. At this point Basho abandoned the original plan to head all the way north to Aomori and instead decided to head across the mountains. Indeed the whole mountain is filled with miraculous inspiration and sacred awe.

Just as the River Sekko in China is made full at each swell of the tide, so is this bay filled with the brimming water of the ocean and the innumerable islands are scattered over it from one end to the other.


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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.

It is not only lonely but also penitent, as it were, for some unknown evil. With a powder-brush Before my eyes, I jorth among Rouge-plants. Islands are piled above islands, and islands are joined to islands, so that they look exactly like parents caressing their children or walking with them arm in arm. It is a deep, rich, and subtle travelogue, placing his prose and verse in the context of a lifetime of increasingly agonizing self-scrutiny of B I heartily recommend reading the translator’s insightful introduction to this collection of Basho’s haibun; the traditional form of Japanese travel journal interspersed with impromptu poems.

This was the place where the priest Ungo had once retired, and the rock on which dedp used to sit for meditation was still there. The Narrow Road to the Interior trans.

I also learnt that Japanese horses are trustworthy.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North

roa I’ve finished Ben’s book Of cherry trees and temples A man’s long travel. On my way to Yamanaka hot springthe white peak of Mount Shirane overlooked me all the time from behind.

norrth Near Komatsu, Basho visited Natadera, a famous temple still visited by many Roda but few foreign tourists. Sleeping overnight at Toima, where the long, swampish river came to an end at lastI arrived at Hiraizumi after wandering some twenty miles in two days. To say more about the shrine would be to violate its holiness. I entered the town of Shiogama hearing the ding-dong of the curfew. I saw the Cascade of Silver Threads sparkling through the green leaves and the Temple called Sennindo standing close to the shore.


I tied around my neck a sacred rope made of white paper and covered my head with a hood made of bleached cotton, and set off with my guide on a long march of eight miles to the top of the mountain.

With this poem to commemorate my departure, I walked forth on my journey, but lingering thoughts made my steps heavy.

I could not refrain from weeping, when I saw the remains of the front gate at nsrrow foot of the hill. It is suffused with poetry: I walked at full ease, scorning the pleasure of riding in a palanquin, and filled my hungry stomach with coarse food, baasho the luxury of meat.

What a travel it is indeed that is recorded in this book, and what a man he is who experienced it. Station 30 – Gassan. He wrote poems about it See also Norman It was a filthy place with rough bwsho mats spread out on an earth floor.

The province of Echigo is now Niigata prefecture. Taking leave of my friend in Kurobane, I started for the Murder Stone, so called because it kills birds and insects that approached it.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches (Yuasa)

Oku no hosomichi Bibliograpy. At sunrise I saw Tanned faces raod fishermen Among the flowers Of white poppy. Humans are only one of many things and all these things long to live, and the highest form of living is freedom: The founder of this shrine is the priest called Nojobut no one knows exactly when he lived.

His father was a poet and there was an interesting story about him: