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Cruel March- ( not Eliot’s April) Chalky sky, Widowed trees, Song less air, Feeble broken sunlight. And the snow It just falls, falls Damp, listless, cold On the tired earth, Pulsing with desires Isolated in apathetic white. The bound blooms Wait in silence. April forsythias ,cherry blossoms Yellows and pinks and purples Another lifetime away Another universe distant. Reply
Cruel March- ( not Eliot’s April)
Chalky sky,
Widowed trees,
Song less air,
Feeble broken sunlight.
And the snow
It just falls, falls
Damp, listless, cold
On the tired earth,
Pulsing with desires
Isolated in apathetic white.
The bound blooms
Wait in silence.
April forsythias ,cherry blossoms
Yellows and pinks and purples
Another lifetime away
Another universe distant.