April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
so i'll try to post some of my young writers'
latest throughout the month ...because,
well, in their words, they rock!
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
--The Waste Land 1922 T.S. Eliot
for more of eliot's the waste land
have a look at this post from last april
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