The Beginning of Spring Rediscovered
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February 4 - 20
In this hopeful episode, "The Beginning of Spring," Alexis and Kit notice signs of winter's end among the scents of the trees, the songs of birds, and a special, perhaps romantic, feeling in the air. Hiro's Corner takes a look at a boggy perennial.
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Beginning of Spring
Spotify Companion Playlist
Poems featured in this episode:
Hope by E. (Edith) Nesbit
O thrush, is it true?
Your song tells
Of a world born anew,
Of fields gold with buttercups, woodlands all blue
With hyacinth bells;
Of primroses deep
In the moss of the lane,
Of a Princess asleep
And dear magic to do.
Will the sun wake the princess? O thrush, is it true?
Will Spring come again?
Will Spring come again?
Now at last
With soft shine and rain
Will the violet be sweet where the dead leaves have lain?
Will Winter be past?
In the brown of the copse
Will white wind-flowers star through
Where the last oak-leaf drops?
Will the daisies come too,
And the may and the lilac? Will Spring come again?
O thrush, is it true?
***
More than shadow
Is the wind
Returning cold
— Teiko Inahata
***
The return of cold
Then the return of cold again
Springtime
— Nishiyama Hakun
***
Two hoes hang on the wall
Shallow Spring
— Murakami Kijo
***
Shallow Spring is coming
And already I'm in the garden
— Sekitei Hara
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He Knows No Winter by Sudie Stuart Hager
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn's golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's turmoil
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
***
As evening deepens
The scent of burning fields
Rises in the air
— Inahata Teiko
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The morning’s blue sky of Aso
Eagerly await
The burning fields
- Matuso Basho
***
February by Jane [Goodwin] Austin
I thought the world was cold in death;
The flowers, the birds, all life was gone,
For January's bitter breath
Had slain the bloom and hushed the song.
And still the earth is cold and white,
And mead and forest yet are bare;
But there's a something in the light
That says the germ of life is there.
***
Evening In A Sugar Orchard by Robert Frost
From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
'O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.'
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.
***
If not for the call
of the bush warbler coming
out of the valley,
who then would be aware of
the arrival of springtime?
— Ôe no Chisato, from the Kokinshū
***
Singing practice
every morning
with the warbler
— Issa
***
Even the warbler’s voice
gets hoarse -
snow still on Fuji
— Chiyo-jo
***
The warbler
has been perching on that plum-tree
for all eternity
— Onitsura
***
A warbler sings so sweet…
and by the eaves…
plum blossoms
— Buson
***
When the east wind blows,
Send me your perfume,
Blossoms of
the plum:
Though your lord be absent,
Forget not the spring.
— Sugawara Michizane
***
As on the plum comes
blossom after blossom, so
comes the warmth of spring.
— Ransetsu
***
All the snow melts --
everywhere the fragrance
of wild plum blossoms
— Tagami Kikusha
***
When everything has faded they alone shine forth,
encroaching on the charms of smaller gardens.
Their scattered shadows fall lightly on clear water,
their subtle scent pervades the moonlit dusk.
— Lin Bu
***
Lover cat
as a cat in love
has its own way
— Nagata Koui
***
While hitting
the heads of dandelions
cats in love
— Issa
***
Love drunk
Chasing after a chicken
A male cat
— Issa
***
Plum blossom scent
sends him off carousing...
lazy cat
— Issa
***
Cats in love
when they stop in my bedroom
a hazy moon
— Basho
***
Hearts Were Made to Give Away by Annette Wynne
Hearts were made to give away
On Valentine's good day;
Wrap them up in dainty white,
Send them off the thirteenth night.
Any kind of heart that's handy—
Hearts of lace, and hearts of candy,
Hearts all trimmed with ribbands fine
Send for good St. Valentine.
Hearts were made to give away
On Valentine's dear day.
***
1886 ST. VALENTINE'S DAY By Christina Rossetti
Winter's latest snowflake is the snowdrop flower,
Yellow crocus kindles the first flame of the Spring,
At that time appointed, at that day and hour
When life reawakens and hope in everything.
Such a tender snowflake in the wintry weather,
Such a feeble flamelet for chilled St. Valentine,--
But blest be any weather which finds us still together,
My pleasure and my treasure O blessed Mother mine.
***
Pancakes by Christina Rossetti
Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake—
Catch it if you can.
***
Another year is gone with the sound of the firecrackers.
Spring is coming, we can feel the warm wind. It is time to drink the tu su wine.
On this bright new year’s day, thousands of families are busy.
Every family is busy with changing the old scrolls and putting up the new ones.
— Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty
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