learnedax ([personal profile] learnedax) wrote2009-03-09 07:25 am

For a radiant and slightly glistening lady

April March is the cruelest month, breeding
Hopes of spring out of dead hearts, yielding
Mudthaw and desire, pelting
Warm heads with damned sleet.

[identity profile] shalmestere.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I think we are in Rats' Alley
Where the dead men lost their bones....

[identity profile] learnedax.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
  Snowing again snowing.

Sorry, Mr. Winter, you've had too much--we're cutting you off

[identity profile] shalmestere.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Hurry up, please, it's time....

[identity profile] metahacker.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Lheuwde synge goddamn.

[identity profile] learnedax.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Interestingly (at least to me), that poet also edited The Waste Land.

I did not know that.

[identity profile] metahacker.livejournal.com 2009-03-09 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I was unintentionally extra-erudite, then!