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Join Date: Dec 2008
Posts: 1,135
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Senior Member
Join Date: Dec 2008
Posts: 1,135
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(TS Eliot on a downer):
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. . "
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? …
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter,…
And the dry stone no sound of water.
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