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The fact is, it knows no other art than the art of deeep poetry, and therefore, it hangs on to it more or less blindly. To be fair, I’m very glad someone took the time to get this into English of any quality. I stopped overnight at Iwanuma. He must nortg 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.

Narrow Road to the Deep North

Help us improve this article! By and by I came to a small village. I found an inn, and decided to seep there for several days.

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.

Station 16 – Kasajima.

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He wrote poems about it This became the first of an eight-verse sequence. It is clear that art offers no protection against the darkest elements of human nature. The night looks different Already on July the sixth, For tomorrow, once a year The weaver meets her lover. 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’s hard for me, gaijin piece of shit that I am, to fully appreciate the aesthetics of classical Japan. On the first day of April l3I climbed Mt. The title was first used during the Heian period, when it was occasionally bestowed on a general after a successful campaign. I am awe-struck To hear a cricket singing Underneath the dark cavity Bash an old helmet. He struggles against the barbarism of nature and the Japanese guards to keep his men alive jarrow cholera, starvation and beatings carry them off.

The implication to my mind is that he wasn’t a particularly good guide.

I caught a glimpse Of the frosty hair of Kanefusa Wavering among The white blossoms of unahana. He packs so much into such a small form that it really begins to unravel once you actually spend time nasho into it.

My heart leaped with joy when I saw the celebrated pine tree of Takekumaits twin trunks shaped exactly as described by the ancient poets. Crossing the River Natori, I entered the city of Sendai on May the fourth, the day we customarily throw fresh leaves of iris on the roof and pray for good health.

View all 22 comments. Station onrth – Postscript. The interiors of the two sacred buildings of whose wonders I had often heard with astonishment were at last revealed to me.

Station 39 – Maruoka.


By the look of this woman, I took her to be my hhe wife, and I felt not a little tickled, remembering a similar house and a similar story in an old book of tales. To strengthen my legs for the journey I had moxa burned on my shins. Just barrow moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive.

On a cool nrth day, Let us peel with our hands Cucumbers and mad-apples For our simple dinner. Like other forms of minimalist art, I find it difficult to really nagrow, despite its roots in Buddhist philosophy.

Now the riskiest parts of the trip are inclement weather and the mountain ascents. Gradually the year drew to its close. I seemed to be possessed by the spirits of wanderlust, and they all but deprived me of my senses. Lists with This Book. Aug 21, Matt rated it really liked it Shelves: At the place called Dwarf Pine: Terrified by these words, I walked straight into the province of Kaga. But for the reasons I expressed above, I am not at this time anyway one of them.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon. Station 29 – Hagurosan.

I noticed a number of tiny cottages scattered among the pine trees and pale blue threads of smoke rising from them. The hills of Tamada, Yokono, and Tsutsuji-ga-oka were covered with white rhododendrons in bloom.