Tuesday, April 09, 2019

April is the cruelest month

Reading today news, I couldn't help thinking of this poem.  Isn't it obvious that my hometown a wasteland now? we all drowned with the city, rapidly, without mercy.

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."

1 comment:

galaxy said...

😔
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