April is the cruellest month
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.
extract from «The Burial of the Dead»
Eliot, T. S. The Waste Land
first posted on "La Ivolution"