Classic poem of the day
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD
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,
And drank ......
Member poem of the day
rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
*
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
*
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
*
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
...