Narita Omotesando (Photo: Arlene Bastion)

Narita's Lonely Lady

Mitsuhashi Takajo

Narita Omotesando (Photo: Arlene Bastion)
Arlene Bastion   - 4 min read

She stands alone and aloof in solitary isolation. She doesn’t get a second glance, if she gets a glance at all. If she were alive, I wonder if she’d be crushed by such lack of attention – I would. But she’s only a bronze statue, thank goodness, erected in memory of a distinguished Japanese woman haiku poet, Mitsuhashi Takajo, born near Narita, Chiba, in 1899. One of only four leading lights among Japanese woman haiku poets, she was hailed in the 60’s as Japan’s “chief woman writer of haiku".

Lonely lady poet
Lonely lady poet

The thing is, they put her statue on Narita’s tourist street which is a sense fest of sight and sound and smell with rushing throngs of travelers leaving Japan from nearby Narita Airport. They have only limited time, but with so much to see, eat and buy, who’s going to stop and look at a statue?

Ye Olde cracker maker
Ye Olde cracker maker

Here’s just some of the competition: Traditional grilled fresh eel shops, rice crackers popped out through an old fashioned iron mold, useful carved wood items, kitchen utensils, a fragrant fruit bubble soap shop, souvenirs galore, rice paper lanterns, an archery school with ongoing demonstrations. It is all a bounteous buzz of traditional Japan mixed in with nouveau Japan. And of course, there is also Narita’s mothership, Shinshoji, an ancient Shingon sect temple within a heavenly nature park and gardens.

Shinshoji
Shinshoji

I’ve read that Takajo’s haikus delve into gloomy themes of alienation, ascetism, spiritualism, and self-contemplation. Now, I know bubkes about haiku, being more the “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” type, but it does feel that her acclaimed haiku, and then her statue, largely unseen and unknown, seem unfairly misplaced in Narita, with its fast lane vibe of earthly and exciting materialism. She doesn’t get the acknowledgement she merits.

It seems even sadder to learn that for Takajo, dark days did set in (don’t they always?) as she grew old, sick, and lonely. Apparently, her last haiku collection in 1970 was death oriented. But maybe her haiku and statue, then, might be reminders that eating and shopping, life itself, is but a fleeting glance. In Narita, though, the last piece of Japan we might ever see and feel, does anyone really want to be reminded?

Narita is worth giving a whole day to. You can stay within the airport vicinity at the Narita Airport Rest House, a short walk from the airport terminals. A half hourly shuttle bus takes you to and fro. Information is on their website.

Getting there

Take a local train to Narita from Narita Airport. Narita’s main street, the omotesando, is outside the station. Follow the crowds.

Arlene Bastion

Arlene Bastion @arlene.bastion

I am a senior citizen lone traveller who loves being in Japan. I see places by walking, using public transport, staying at budget hotels.