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”)
MAKING IT HAPPEN HOWEVER I CAN!!!!
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”)
