1922 in poetry
— Opening lines from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot, first published this year
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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, feedingA little life with dried tubers.
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