T.S. Eliot on April April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Lisa Marie Blair Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They. View all posts by Lisa Marie Blair