31 March 2014

Spring Is Here/Aprill Is the Cruelest Month

Spring Is Here/Aprill Is the Cruelest Month

Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.




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