Tag: poets

T.S. Eliot wrote in his Wateland: 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.” Life seems unreal. 6 months of live-streamed genocide. What is sanity… Continue reading April 2024