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Traceback (most recent call last):
File "/usr/local/bin/vimwiki_markdown", line 8, in <module>
sys.exit(main())
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/vimwiki_markdown.py", line 148, in main
content = md.convert(content)
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown/core.py", line 268, in convert
newRoot = treeprocessor.run(root)
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown/extensions/footnotes.py", line 372, in run
footnotesDiv = self.footnotes.makeFootnotesDiv(root)
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown/extensions/footnotes.py", line 179, in makeFootnotesDiv
self.parser.parseChunk(surrogate_parent, self.footnotes[id])
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown/blockparser.py", line 105, in parseChunk
self.parseBlocks(parent, text.split('\n\n'))
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown/blockparser.py", line 123, in parseBlocks
if processor.run(parent, blocks) is not False:
File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/dist-packages/markdown_verse/extension.py", line 69, in run
el.text += '\n\n'
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## Spring
Spring is commonly associated with newness and beginnings. New growth, new life, new warmth under a new sun. One things of green things: of buds greening bare trees, of grass poking through late snows, or perhaps the greenery of gardening as one buys flats of flowers or sows vegetable seeds in the expectation of a harvest later on.
Spring is commonly associated with newness and beginnings. New growth, new life, new warmth under a new sun. On of green things: of buds greening bare trees, of grass poking through late snows, or perhaps the greenery of gardening as one buys flats of flowers or sows vegetable seeds in the expectation of a harvest later on.
Spring is the season of expectations, as well
Spring is also associated with growth. It's the time when plants race toward the heavens, or leaves burst out from reanimated branches seemingly overnight. It's the time when you can almost feel your hair growing, or perhaps your dreams swelling in some sympathetic expansion of their own
And, importantly, spring is the season of expectations. The year may start on the first of January, a convenient fiction provided to us by the need to start it *somewhere*, but the expectations for the rest of the year lay dormant in the mind until spring. January first is the time to make the resolutions and the rest of winter is the time to try them out, whether tentatively or with great passion, but the setting of expectations for the year doesn't come until the trauma of the year before has settled into uneasy memory --- or, to use an outdated metaphor, expectations are not set until one stops writing the previous year on the date line of one's checks.
Although it often engaged with expectations in its work, Dwale tackles the subject of spring in the context of beginnings and growth infrequently. Some of this is selection bias: a chapbook titled *Face Down in the Leaves*, with its cover of frost-rimed leaf-litter, is unlikely to contain any paeans to new growth.
Instead, we are presented with works that focus on the fact that spring is also the time for harrowing. It's the time for tearing up that which was old, the earth that was compacted by time and snow, in order to make room for that growth which is going to come soon, whether we like it or not (the topic of unwanted growth is a topic for later in the year[^weeds])
[^weeds]: Or perhaps later in life, when cancer may rear its ugly head. It is proving quite difficult to write about even seasons of new growth and beginnings without death-thoughts creeping in.
This untitled work will stand as our example:
'''
The seasonal storms have poured upon the grassy flat,
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\parencite[26]{leaves}
'''
This poem in three stanzas is largely in an even meter (sometimes often iambic, sometimes trochaic), though we are presented with two instances in the first lines of the first two stanzas where that pattern is broken ("The seasonal storms": ˘ -- ˘ ˘ and "And here, wrapped in rain": ˘ -- -- ˘ ˘)
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