So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
T. S. EliotApril is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. EliotI do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.
T. S. Eliot