By the way, when Basho takes his Narrow Road to The Deep North, he is walking a path that leads him to, through, and around the very area in Japan that is suffering the nuclear disaster. Asaka, now Fukushima, he describes as wooded. It is here, if I recall correctly, that he searches in vain for a rare flower, a type of iris, indigenous to that region.

autumn chill
no other travelers
brave this road

Things have changed.


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