| 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 | 5 |
| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding | |
| A little life with dried tubers. T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). The Waste Land. 1922 http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html |
Thursday, April 21, 2011
April is the cruellest month
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