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Susan Linehan's avatar

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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The Wasteland, TS Eliot

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Or (it is all one sentence)

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

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yep, Yeats for our time.

Roberta Rosenberg's avatar

"At the age of eighty my mother had her last bad fall, and after that her mind wandered free through time." Russell Baker, Growing Up.

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