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<p>[&hellip;] the poem continues in a state of restless change. (Weinberger, pg. 46)</p>
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<p>When I studied music, back in university, back as I was starting to get into software engineering, I found the dichotomy surrounding repeatability between these two subjects self-evident. There is a special curse for software bugs that are not easily repeated: Heisenbugs<sup id="fnref:heisenbugs"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:heisenbugs">1</a></sup>. On the other hand, though, there <em>is</em> no way to ever perform the same song twice, even for the same singers, the same instrumentalists, the same conductors. Even with the same audience, that time any time must perforce pass in so time-bound an art means that those who hear the song </p>
<p>A year spirals up.</p>
<p>A day, a week, a month, they all spiral, for any one Sunday is like the previous and the next shall be much the same, but the you who experiences the differing Sundays is different. It is a spiral, proceeding steadfastly onward. A day is a spiral, with each morning much the same as the one before and the one after. A month, following the cycle of the moon</p>
<p>But a year, in particular, spirals up.</p>
<h2 id="spring">Spring</h2>
<div class="verse">The seasonal storms have poured upon the grassy flat,
The leafless stalks abound like thirsty mouths.
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<p>From &ldquo;Mid-Winter Songs&rdquo; by Morten Lauridsen, text by Robert Graves - https://genius.com/albums/Morten-lauridsen/Mid-winter-songs</p>
<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
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<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
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<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:
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<em>Mid-Winter Waking</em>
pg.165
Stirring suddenly from long hibernation
I knew myself once more a poet
Guarded by timeless prinicipalities
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<em>Intercession in Late October</em>
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
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For Summer has o&rsquo;er-brimm&rsquo;d their clammy cells.</div>
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