By Sarashina, Ivan Morris
"As I Crossed a Bridge of desires" is a special autobiography during which the nameless author often called girl Sarashina intersperses own reflections, anecdotes and lyrical poems with money owed of her travels and evocative descriptions of the japanese nation-state. Born in advert 1008, woman Sarashina felt an acute experience of depression that led her to withdraw into the extra congenial realm of the mind's eye - this deeply introspective paintings provides her imaginative and prescient of the realm. whereas slightly alluding to yes features of her lifestyles comparable to marriage, she illuminates her pilgrimages to temples and mystical goals in beautiful prose, describing a profound emotional trip that may be learn as a metaphor for all times itself.
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As I Crossed a Bridge of Dreams: Recollections of a Woman in 11th-Century Japan (Penguin Classics) by Sarashina, Ivan Morris