#poetry The opening lines of
T. S. Eliot’s
“The Waste Land”
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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T. S. Eliot’s
“The Waste Land”
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
daily.jstor.org/t-s-eliot-and-…
I don’t think his ghost will ever forgive me, but I wrote a poem called
“April’s Fool” that opens with this:
“April’s Fool” that opens with this:
Prologue (with apologies to T. S. Eliot)
April is the cruellest month,
breeding jesters out of heroes,
crowning them with cap and bells,
filling with foolish pranks their brains.
April is the cruellest month,
breeding jesters out of heroes,
crowning them with cap and bells,
filling with foolish pranks their brains.
Nothing hidden, idiocy exposed
for the waiting world to see, laughing
at the depths to which we sink.
for the waiting world to see, laughing
at the depths to which we sink.
Something it will take a very brave and crazy editor to publish,
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