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 <p>Spring is commonly associated with newness. New growth, new life, new warmth under a new sun. </p>
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+<p>Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up</p>
+<div class="verse">Heedless that the dews
+mark the passing of our day &mdash;
+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 &mdash;
+drifting and drifting
+
+(Ukigusa ya ukiyo no kaze no iu mama ni - p.18 - spring)</div>
 <h2 id="summer">Summer</h2>
 <div class="verse">Summer, season of hot insomnia,
 That much never seems to change at all.
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 And shed the smoke rings on my cloven finger.
 
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+<p>Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up</p>
+<div class="verse">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 &mdash;
+We take this evening&rsquo;s cool
+
+(Mi no ue no kane tomo shirade yusuzumi - p.39 - summer)</div>
 <h2 id="autumn">Autumn</h2>
 <div class="verse"><em>Face down in the leaves</em>
 
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+<p>&ldquo;To Autumn&rdquo; verse 1 by Keats</p>
+<div class="verse">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&rsquo;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&rsquo;er-brimm&rsquo;d their clammy cells.</div>
+<p><em>Intercession in Late October</em></p>
+<p>Poetry vol.71 no.1 - October 1947 - pg.23 - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=24836</p>
+<p>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</p>
+<div class="verse">Spare him a little longer, Crone
+For his clean hands and love-submissive heart</div>
+<div class="verse">Red dragon-fly &mdash;
+He&rsquo;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)</div>
 <h2 id="winter">Winter</h2>
 <div class="verse"><em>Dirt Garden</em>
 
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 The compost for being my winter blanket.
 
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+<div class="verse">Is this it, then,
+My last resting place &mdash;
+Five feet of snow!
+
+(Kore ga maa tsui no sumika ka yuki goshaku - p.37 - winter)
+
+A blessing indeed &mdash;
+This snow on the bed-quilt,
+This, too, is from the pure land
+
+(Arigata ya fusama no yuki mo Jodo yori - p.46 - winter)</div>
+<div class="verse"><em>Lament for Pasiphaë</em>
+
+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&ndash;
+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&rsquo;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!
+
+<em>Like Snow</em>
+
+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 &lsquo;Too much light,&rsquo;
+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
+
+<em>She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep</em>
+
+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</div>
+<p>&ldquo;Winter&rdquo; by Eric Whitacre, text by Edward Esch - https://ericwhitacre.com/music-catalog/winter</p>
+<div class="verse">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.</div>
 <h2 id="works-cited">Works cited</h2>
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