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 on tubers
The Wasteland 1922
this concludes the poetical sojourn
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I knew someone would post this poem! I had a retort at the ready - http://freedomisacupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/1914-2006.html
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