APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. (...)
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. (...)
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (I. The Burial of the death).
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