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@@ -58,6 +58,24 @@ Within her womb there grows a golden bloom.
 
 Spring is commonly associated with newness. New growth, new life, new warmth under a new sun. 
 
+<!-- RELATED -->
+
+Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up
+
+'''
+Heedless that the dews
+mark the passing of our day ---
+we bind ourselves to others
+
+(Mi no ue no tsuyu to mo shirade hodashikeri - p.11 - spring)
+
+Floating weeds,
+as blow the winds of the floating world ---
+drifting and drifting
+
+(Ukigusa ya ukiyo no kaze no iu mama ni - p.18 - spring)
+'''
+
 ## Summer
 
 '''
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 \parencite[8]{leaves}
 '''
 
+<!-- RELATED -->
+
+Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up
+
+'''
+On the hill of summer
+Stands the slender maiden flower
+In a solitary humor
+
+(Natsuyama ya / Hitori kigen no / Ominaeshi - p.65 - summer)
+
+Heedless that the tolling bell
+Marks our own closing day ---
+We take this evening's cool
+
+(Mi no ue no kane tomo shirade yusuzumi - p.39 - summer)
+'''
+
 ## Autumn
 
 '''
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+"To Autumn" verse 1 by Keats
+
+'''
+Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
+    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
+Conspiring with him how to load and bless
+    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
+To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
+    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
+        To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
+    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
+And still more, later flowers for the bees,
+Until they think warm days will never cease,
+        For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
+'''
+
+*Intercession in Late October*
+
+Poetry vol.71 no.1 - October 1947 - pg.23 - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=24836
+
+How hard the year dies: no frost yet
+On drifts of yellow sand Midas reclines
+Fearless of moaning reed or sullen wave
+Firm and fragrant still the brambleberries
+On ivy-bloom butterflies wag
+
+Spare him a little longer, Crone
+For his clean hands and love-submissive heart
+'''
+
+'''
+Red dragon-fly ---
+He's the one that likes the evening,
+Or so it seems.
+
+(Akatombo / Kare mo yubo ga / Suki ja yara - p.65 - autumn)
+
+O winds of autumn!
+Nearer we draw to the Buddha
+As the years advance
+
+(Akikaze yo hotoke ni chikaki toshi no hodo - p.11 - autumn)
+'''
+
 ## Winter
 
 '''
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 '''
 
+<!-- RELATED -->
+
+
+'''
+Is this it, then,
+My last resting place ---
+Five feet of snow!
+
+(Kore ga maa tsui no sumika ka yuki goshaku - p.37 - winter)
+
+A blessing indeed ---
+This snow on the bed-quilt,
+This, too, is from the pure land
+
+(Arigata ya fusama no yuki mo Jodo yori - p.46 - winter)
+'''
+
+'''
+*Lament for Pasiphaë*
+
+pg.206
+
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours
+Conjuring you to shine and not to move
+You, sun, and I all afternoon have laboured
+Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud--
+A fleece now gilded with our commen grief
+That this must be a night without a moon
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+
+Faithless she was not: she was very woman
+Smiling with dire impartiality
+Sovereign, with heart unmatched, adored of men
+Until Spring's cuckoo with bedraggled plumes
+Tempted her pity and her truth betrayed
+Then she who shone for all resigned her being
+And this must be a night without a moon
+Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
+
+*Like Snow*
+
+pg.143
+
+She, then, like snow in a dark night
+Fell secretly. And the world waked
+With dazzling of the drowsy eye
+So that some muttered 'Too much light,'
+And drew the curtains close
+Like snow, warmer than fingers feared
+And to soil friendly;
+Holding the histories of the night
+In yet unmelted tracks
+
+*She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep*
+
+pg.173
+
+She tells her love while half asleep
+In the dark hours
+With half-words whispered low:
+
+As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
+And puts out grass and flowers
+Despite the snow
+Despite the falling snow
+'''
+
+"Winter" by Eric Whitacre, text by Edward Esch - https://ericwhitacre.com/music-catalog/winter
+
+'''
+I.
+The snow is falling,
+sleeping,
+whispering,
+dreaming of water.
+
+II.
+Gold, silver, iron, stone;
+pure and gentle, silently melting,
+the sun sings softly through the quiet ice.
+
+III.
+A single snowflake awakens,
+shimmers,
+glows,
+watches the world with weary eyes,
+darkens,
+settles,
+and disappears.
+'''
+
+
 ## Works cited
 
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