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April

April 7, 2015

Eliot

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

– T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, I.

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  1. Anglosphere permalink
    April 7, 2015 12:32 pm

    Well timed! Thank you.

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