Thursday, 8 November 2018

Poetry Blog No 197 Narrow Roads to Inner Lands Scene 12




SCENE TWELVE FROM NARROW ROADS TO INNER LANDS
In this scene an adventurous episode is given to us through the medium of narration. Fundamentally the travel dairy is a form of narration but the narration has symbolic and artistic overtones. In turning it into a play I am aware of the "lack" of direct action, however, I feel this makes a contemplative contrast to the endless "action" of most dramatic entertainment. 
 

SCENE TWELVE


A room in Seifū's house in Obanazawa. Night. As a pale light comes up, we find Bashō, Seifū and Sora seated on cushions on the floor, their faces illumined by a lamp on the floor. To one side there is a large, black silk screen.

SEIFŪ

Now sirs, may I ask humbly how you managed
With those most high and hard-tracked mountain passes
That mass upon our Dewa province borders?
I know of something of the wanderer's
Rough hardships and harsh struggle to go on,
For I have often faced long journeying
To reach the capital for business matters.

SORA

Great thanks for your inquiry, good sir.
To start we were delayed by some suspicions-
Gatekeepers on the pass put doubts that such
Attempting of hard roads was wise of us.
And thus the dark of night hours overtook
Our struggling steps while on steep mountainside.

BASHŌ

Still fortune found us shelter - there we chanced
Upon the house of one good gatekeeper, such
A comfort truly in that lonely spot.
Wild storm descended on us, holding us,
Delayed, in his rough dwelling, for three days.

SEIFŪ

Such useful shelter was a gift of time.

(As Bashō speaks, three silhouettes are seen on the screen- one large with sword and stick, the other two representing Bashō and Sora. They mime the progress of the walk note-this could also be a filmed projection)

BASHŌ

The mountains grown so mantled with thick growth,
The air beneath that foliage so hushed,
Made us just feel as though groped through night.
Not one bird's cry was heard. The wind above
Seemed breathing blackness from each rift in dark,
Oppressive cloud. We pushed on through a path
Of miles of snatching bamboo undergrowth
And stumbled over unseen rocks and stones.
At last we reached the small, safe village of
Mogami, after shedding much cold sweat.
Our guide was pleased by our safe passage, for
A range of accidents had ever added
More forms of hazard on past trips. Relieved,
And from a deepest honesty I thanked him
And so we parted. Yet a phantom fear
Still lingered in my mind for some time after.

(By this time the light behind the screen has faded and the room light has returned to normal.)




SEIFŪ

Well, after such a challenging ordeal,
I must insist you stay a few days here
To gather bone-good strength for future journeys.

BASHŌ

That is most fine and generous of you.
I’m sure we'd benefit from some days’ rest.
So I shall not refuse your kind request.

(Seifū picks up the lamp and they all exit.)


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