mercoledì 3 aprile 2013

April is the cruellest month

April is the cruellest month,breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, strirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 
A little life with dried tubers.
T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land, lines 1-7

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