Our celebration of National Poetry Month ends today with what must be the most famous poem to mention April — The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot. This is also the longest poem weve highlighted. To make reading more comfortable, were just putting the first stanza here and a link to the rest on the Poetry Foundations excellent website. Thank you for exploring poetry with us this month! The Waste Land FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. 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. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. poetryfoundation.org/poem/176735#poem
Posted on: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 14:00:01 +0000
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