Apr. 17th, 2009

starlady: (rain)
Hit by a car, a
Robin lies dead in the road:
The cruelty of spring.

車にひかれた鳥、春の残酷。

My haiku are getting worse, not better. At least this one scans.

These are my contributions to the fact that April is Poetry Month.

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 coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

--T.S. Eliot, from "The Waste Land: I. The Burial of the Dead"


starlady: (clover)
From the "Insanely Early Scans" Department...

ETA: Now with the two pages I forgot the first time around, with thanks to Narcolico.

Message to ground control: I'm happy, hope you're happy too )

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