April

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.

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.


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