"...breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
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Memory and desire, stirring
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Dull roots with spring rain."
- T.S. Elliot, The Waste Land
No April Fools post for me yesterday, as I was feeling like the fool! Why the fool? Because I feel that life has given me a drubbing of late, and I've had a hard time finding traction for my roleplaying aspirations of the near future. Forgive me, please, this may all be coming from my usual Monday depression! ;-) I have no strength to elaborate at the moment, but hopefully there will be no need for such elaboration, as I may pull out of my nosedive!
Have a great day, all!
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Monday, April 2, 2012
"April is the cruellest month..."
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Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
ReplyDeleteThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.