Wednesday, April 18, 2012

T.S. Eliot on April

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding  
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing  
Memory and desire, stirring  
Dull roots with spring rain.






T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
First 4 lines
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