ABSTRACT
Once upon a time 8 I got permission from the barrier guards of Osaka, and I began to journey. Each sight along the way left its imprint on my heart. Although the yellow leaves of the autumn peaks 9 tempted me to linger, I visited Narumi bay, 10 where the plovers leave their tracks on the beach, and later I saw the smoke curling from lofty Mt Fuji, 11 and I passed the plain of Ukishima, the barrier at Kiyomi, 12 and the many bays around Ōiso and Koiso. 13 I saw the delicate purple grass of Musashino moors, 14 the early morning calm of Shiogama, 15 the rush-thatched huts of Kisagata 16 fishermen, the boat bridge at Sano, 17 and the hanging bridge at Kiso. 18 As I have said, each sight left its imprint on my heart.
