T.S. Eliot on April

April is the cruellest 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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Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They. View all posts by Lisa Marie Blair

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