Sunday, March 27, 2011

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THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.


-T.S. Eliot,The Waste Land.-

3 comments:

sreeraj June 03, 2011 6:33 AM  

evideya idykku idaykku pokunnathu?

നൊമാദ് | ans June 17, 2011 3:44 PM  

:)

പട്ടേട്ട് June 17, 2011 4:06 PM  

തെളിവെള്ളം.
പുഴക്കാലം.
മാമ്പഴക്കാലം.
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