The Waste Land - T.S. Eliot - 1922 e hoje
The Waste Land
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.
(...)
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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.
(...)
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
descantado por Rogério B. Alves @ 9:49 PM
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