
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
from The Wasteland (I. The Burial of the Dead) by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
from The Wasteland (I. The Burial of the Dead) by T.S. Eliot
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Lovely pic and verse combo for a chilly Monday morning.
One of my favourites and the picture is perfect to accompany …. now off to read the whole thing – see you in an hour or so!
One of my favourites too, and so full of beautiful/interesting/unusual imagery. I’ll probably be returning to it again before the year is out.