“APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH”: TWO POETS, TWO MEN, TWO AGES

April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of 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 Starnbargersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, AndContinue reading ““APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH”: TWO POETS, TWO MEN, TWO AGES”