april is the cruelest month
und wenn wir gestern schon bei Herrn Eliot waren, hier einer meiner Lieblings-Gedichtsanfänge:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
luckystrike - 2007/04/04 09:18
