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.
Is then October the kindest month, raking
fallen petals of the last flowers, harvesting
pride and failure, tasting
the last plump purple fig?
Summer overheated us, causing
each tendril to over-reach, feeding
our desires with wine and honey.
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