The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot For Ezra Poundil miglior fabbro.   I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.Summer surprised us, coming over […]