In the canon
The Waste Land
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1922
- Pages
- Pages 20
A poem walks through a broken postwar world in fragments, dead land, loveless couples, crowded bridges, borrowed voices, hunting for water and any scrap worth shoring against the ruin.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
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