"April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain."
[that's the part the child in his dream recited, but B continues on a bit farther with it:]
"Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour."
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Um.. why is April the cruellest month?
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I don't know. Something I read, once ...
"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
[that's the part the child in his dream recited, but B continues on a bit farther with it:]
"Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour."
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Huh.. So.. it's kind of like a story? A poem?
[ There's another slight pause which is clearly meant as a little-kids-thinking pause before she speaks up again. ]
What's the Starn.. ber-ger-see?
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Yes, it's a poem, called "The Waste Land." The Starnbergersee is a lake in Germany.
[so many questions - B finds this interesting.]
What is your name?
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An interesting approach.
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