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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.
@ -71,6 +85,20 @@ I bandage my tattered, bitten left hand
And shed the smoke rings on my cloven finger.
\parencite[8]{leaves}</div>
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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>
@ -97,6 +125,38 @@ The harvestmen scuttle and bob onwards.
\parencite[9]{leaves}</div>
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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>
@ -116,6 +176,87 @@ And thank the thorns for making a hale fence,
The compost for being my winter blanket.
\parencite[5]{leaves}</div>
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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>
<div class="codehilite"><pre><span></span><code><span class="nv">@book</span><span class="err">{</span><span class="n">leaves</span><span class="p">,</span><span class="w"></span>
<span class="w"> </span><span class="n">title</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="o">=</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="ss">&quot;Face Down in the Leaves&quot;</span><span class="p">,</span><span class="w"></span>