April is the cruelest month
It's National Poetry Month. Yes, I'm a nerd for knowing that.
Anyhow, since I can't write for anything these days, how about an excerpt of The Wasteland?
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.
Yeah, that.
Go read the rest.
Anyhow, since I can't write for anything these days, how about an excerpt of The Wasteland?
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.
Yeah, that.
Go read the rest.
posted by Momma Star at 9:27 PM
2 Comments:
I did not know April was poetry month!
I may have to write a sonnet!
I love Eliot. And The Wasteland? The bees knees baby!
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