April is the cruelest month
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.
An ideal moment to reread this marvelous poem.
And it's on the internet, notes and all!
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.
An ideal moment to reread this marvelous poem.
And it's on the internet, notes and all!
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