"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are" Anais Nin

April is the cruellest month

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April is the cruellest 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.

extract from “The Burial of the Dead”

Eliot, T. S. The Waste Land


3 responses

  1. How apt… Με όσα συμβαίνουν γύρω μας, April is the cruellest month indeed. Here’s to a little life λοιπόν.

    April 3, 2009 at 10:37

  2. …και με όσα συμβαίνουν μέσα μας θα πρόσθετα κι εγώ,
    αγαπητέ lalu

    Here’s to a little life λοιπόν!

    worldcity

    April 3, 2009 at 22:43

  3. Pingback: April is the cruellest month « la prose du monde

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