not again
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
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47311/the-waste-land
“memory and desire, stirring“ hit the sentiments of the presence.
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Just the words I think I prefer. . . . #poetry#fall#death
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Author Katherine May on the seasons of life:
“We are in the habit of imagining our lives to be linear, a long march from birth to death in which we mass our powers, only to surrender them again, all the while slowly losing our youthful beauty. This is a brutal untruth. Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and... See more
“We are in the habit of imagining our lives to be linear, a long march from birth to death in which we mass our powers, only to surrender them again, all the while slowly losing our youthful beauty. This is a brutal untruth. Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and... See more
jamesclear.com • 3-2-1: On Learning by Doing, a Rule to Live By, and the Seasons of Life | James Clear
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