Matsuo Bashō (1644–1694)

What a lovely character is Basho as he wanders through time and place alert to whatever happens on his journey. Usually with someone, a companion servant, he often gives the impression he is alone. There is delight in his both his prose and haiku regardless of how poorly they translate.

There is much to be explored in these sketches not least an understnding of metaphor.

This 'little book of travel' through Japan by one its greatest poets is simple, subtle and charming, if a little stiff in places (the translation?). A small sip from its pages each night was a gentle invitation to let the mind wander. I particularly enjoyed the sample verses from Basho's poetic companions given occasionally alongside his own, all written at the same time, which helped build up a sense of the varied possibilities of haiku.

Viaje a pie por Japon

I read a page or two at night before falling asleep, which was very soothing. I'll probably start the book over and keep up this bedtime routine.