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 and Other Travel Sketches (Penguin Classics) [Matsuo Basho, Nobuyuki Yuasa] on *FREE* shipping on . 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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Dwarfed pine is indeed A gentle name, and gently The wind brushes through Bush-clovers and pampas. Station 10 – Shirakawa. A poet named Hokushi had accompanied me here from Kanazawa, though he had never dreamed of coming this far when he had taken to the road.

Here, for the first time, my mind was able to gain a certain balance and composure, no longer victim to pestering anxiety, so it was with a mild sense of detachment that I thought about the ancient traveller who had passed through this gate with a burning desire to write home.

It is hard to describe the great pleasure these te bring to the reader. Yet if further praise is possible, I would like norty say that here is the most beautiful spot in the whole country of Nortj, and that the beauty of these islands is not in the least inferior to the beauty of Tye Dotei or Lake Seiko in China. I noticed a number of tiny cottages scattered among the pine trees and pale blue threads of smoke rising from them.

Tosai decided to accompany me, and walked into the road in high spirits, with the tails of his kimono tucked up in a somewhat strange way.

I spread some leaves on the ground and went to sleep, resting my head on pliant bamboo branches. The way he Of all the books we read in Religion class all term, Basho was my favorite.

There is, however, a remarkable difference between the two. In the meantime, these following three excerpts should suffice as exemplary prose. Refresh and try again.


You forgot your jorth and you need to retrieve it. On the following morning I made my way to the village of Shinobu to look at the stone upon whose chequered face they used to dye a certain type of cloth called shinobu-zuri. My kind of book.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North

According to the legend, this temple was built to enshrine Kannon, the great narros of mercy, by the Emperor Kazanwhen he had finished his round of the so-called Thirty- three Sacred Templesand its name Nata was compounded rlad Nachi and Tanigumi, the first and last of these temples respectively.

I barely had time to sweep the cobwebs from my broken house on the River Sumida before the New Year, but no sooner had the spring mist begun to rise over the field than I wanted to be on the road again to cross the barrier-gate of Shirakawa in due time. My only mundane concerns were whether I would be able to find a suitable place to sleep at night and whether the straw sandals were the right size for my feet.

I also wondered in my mind where the temple of the much admired Priest Kenbutsu could have been situated. Complexity, richness, and life in its passions and contradictions interest me more. It was indeed a terrible thing to be so ill on the road, when there still remained thousands of miles before me, but thinking that if I were to die on my way to the extreme north it would only be the fulfillment of providence, I trod the earth as firmly as possible and arrived at roda barrier-gate of Dep in the province of Date.

A worthwhile side trip dee is Sado Islandonce a harsh place of exile known for its gold mines, but now home to a yearly music festival that draws people from around the country.

These journeys, while occasionally affording a glimpse into Basho’s uncanny ability to sublimate and clarify the moment, are full of hardship and disappointment. I made special efforts to meet him, for he was reputed to be a man with a truly artistic mind. When I stood there in front of the tree, I felt as if I were in the midst of the deep mountains where the poet Saigyo had picked nuts.


Lots of shrines, temples, historic markers along the way. Under the same roof We all slept together, Concubines and I – Bush-clovers and the moon. However, fear lingered in my mind some time after that.

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Listen to this article Play audio for this article Pause The Japanese, too, are suffering. Its glory will never perish as long as man continues to live on the earth.

The fact is, it knows no other art than the art of writing poetry, and therefore, it hangs on to it more or less blindly. I caught a glimpse Of the frosty hair of Kanefusa Wavering among The white blossoms of unohana – written by Sora.

Staff Pick: ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches’ by Matsuo Bashō

This horse knows the way. One doesn’t think of Matsuo Basho as a travel writer, but travel write he did! The host told me it was the Bishop of Yugyo II who had first cut the grass, brought the sand and stones, and then dried the marshes around the shrine, the ritual being known as the sand-carrying ceremony of Yugyo.

He once told me that he had written the following poem on the rock of his hermitage with the charcoal he had made from pine. My heart leaped with joy when I saw the celebrated pine tree of Takekumaits twin trunks shaped exactly as described by the ancient poets.

Those who float away their lives on ships or who grow old leading horses are forever journeying, and their homes are wherever their travels take them.