Thursday, April 29, 2010

Farewell to Poetry Month

One last poem, from the Wasteland by T S Eliot:

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

To which I say, Hell no! Give me April, and you can have February. Today was gorgeous. The wind was providing an example of what the word "zephyr" is all about. Everything is green, and the trees are hiding the ugly stuff you have to look at in winter.

Maybe April is cruel in Australia?

Poets spout an awful lot of nonsense. For instance Shelley said "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." No. They are not. Could they do better than the acknowledged and duly elected legislators of the U S Congress?


Anonymous said...

why not - if they are in randomly selected White Pages take-out...

Carpe Jugulum said...

Well Miriam the first half of April in Australia (Melbourne) is an indian summer, the 2nd half it's freezing. Although it stayed fine for ANZAC day (except for the last 10 minutes).

Yep, April in Melbourne = start of winter = cold.


miriam said...

Carpe: Starting off warm and ending up freezing--ugh! It sounds like October here.

miriam said...

I always think of Australia as sunny with lots of beaches, with an occasional kangaroo giving a little local color.