diff --git a/writing/3/seasons/index.html b/writing/3/seasons/index.html index f6f32d2df..fd203440f 100644 --- a/writing/3/seasons/index.html +++ b/writing/3/seasons/index.html @@ -54,6 +54,20 @@ Within her womb there grows a golden bloom. \parencite[26]{leaves}

Spring is commonly associated with newness. New growth, new life, new warmth under a new sun.

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Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up

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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

Summer, season of hot insomnia, That much never seems to change at all. @@ -71,6 +85,20 @@ I bandage my tattered, bitten left hand And shed the smoke rings on my cloven finger. \parencite[8]{leaves}
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Haiku by Issa - https://archive.org/details/autumnwindselect0000koba/page/10/mode/2up

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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

Face down in the leaves @@ -97,6 +125,38 @@ The harvestmen scuttle and bob onwards. \parencite[9]{leaves}
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“To Autumn” verse 1 by Keats

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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.
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Intercession in Late October

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Poetry vol.71 no.1 - October 1947 - pg.23 - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=24836

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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

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Spare him a little longer, Crone +For his clean hands and love-submissive heart
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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

Dirt Garden @@ -116,6 +176,87 @@ And thank the thorns for making a hale fence, The compost for being my winter blanket. \parencite[5]{leaves}
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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)
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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
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“Winter” by Eric Whitacre, text by Edward Esch - https://ericwhitacre.com/music-catalog/winter

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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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