Thursday, April 1, 2021

WELL, T.S. ELIOT WAS EVIDENTLY RIGHT ! [THOUGH EDNA HAS A DIFFERENT TAKE]...

 

April is the cruelest month...

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”  T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.




April this year, not otherwise

Than April of a year ago

Is full of whispers, full of sighs,

Dazzling mud and dingy snow;

Hepaticas that pleased you so

Are here again, and butterflies.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Song of a Second April”