Breeding Lilacs Out of the Dead Land

Posted on July 8, 2008 by Hye

April Is The Cruelest MonthAPRIL 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

Are you familiar with these lines? I saw this poem a while ago and I thought it might be interesting to discuss this here in Space of Reality. Do you think April is the cruelest month - based from the poem? Why do you think so.

I know the month of April already passed months ago. Some of the important days of this month were remembered, some were forgotten. In some part of the world, the lilacs bloom and then die. During April, summer will come, with its heat and violence in the streets and the cinemas. Life tends to come and go and all we can do is make our moment to moment decisions.

Can you relate? It is our individual choices that make up the history of humankind. What are you going to do? What is important to you, and how are you going to make it important for everyone else?