Tue
Jul
7
“
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, The Waste Land
(via lastchatwithphontaine)
(i don’t know if it’s true, but i hope it is…i heard that when asked once why he wrote “april is the cruellest month”… he looked at the interviewer for a second and then shook his head with something like disgust and said, “because april is the cruelest month”…)
