Friday, April 18, 2003

"I have seen with my own eyes the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked her 'What do you want?' She answered,
'I want to die.'

April is the cruelest 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."

- T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland.