♕ |[62]| Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

[had_not_lived]

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.
Ever since I read that I can't help thinking of it in April. I don't think I agree. Maybe April's cruel here-- any month

Comments

[misterblackbird]

There is something a little desperate about the first parts of spring, though, don't you think?

[ooc: Nfu fu fu~ I will never not be amused at having succeeded in getting a Finnegans Wake word in your tags >:3c]

[had_not_lived]

Does desperate have to mean cruel?

[ooc; It has a DEEP PERSONAL MEANING for Neil, ok. :3]

[misterblackbird]

I suppose they're not necessarily linked, but they certainly seem to come side by side often enough. Cruelty often as not leads to desperation, so far as I've seen.

[ooc: Makes me happy either way :,3]

[had_not_lived]

I find it's a relief, really. When all the snow melts, the trees start to go green, the flowers come up here and there. Even when it's cold or raining, there's a promise of change.