“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”
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“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”
Source: Poetic Outlaws on Facebook
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 
I alway thought “April” was the cruelest month because it calls things back from a comfortably deadened state, sort of like in Plath’s “Tulips,” where anything pulling her back from the abyss of oblivious death feels like cruel “hooks” in her skin. Someone on my blog said no, that is a misreading, but I’m clinging to my theory, lol 🙂
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