Oh T.S. would you could see this April— this spring with its shoots bourne of brimming earth. Those hollow men you spoke of, long since dust, provide a rich meal for my Snapdragons, my Foxglove, my Daffodils. I wonder... would April remain the cruelest month?
"those hollow men you spoke of, long since dust, provide a rich meal..."
ReplyDeleteLoving it, Kevin.
"I wonder would April remain the cruelest month..."
Just enough...just enough...I admire the restraint in these words...
Keep writing.
thanks Danielle. you're too kind.
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Too True, but, even for Eliot, it rains in the end, no?
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