Thursday, April 4, 2013

April



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.
                          -T.S. Eliot






4 comments:

  1. EmilyApril 4, 2013 at 7:23 PM

    Well that explains a lot.

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  2. Melissa MartinApril 4, 2013 at 9:52 PM

    I know, right?

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  3. UnknownApril 11, 2013 at 2:28 PM

    Thank you Melissa,

    This Poem is powerful. You are so gifted in articulating experiences, bringing into shape formless thoughts.

    Memory and Desire...stirring

    I can imagine you writing your own poem, beginning with these lines

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  4. Melissa MartinApril 11, 2013 at 8:31 PM

    heidy, thank you so much.

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