Found Poem

  The Wasteland -   I. The Burial of the Dead  - t s elliot

  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, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,

My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

April is

breeding lilacs

mixing

memory and desire

A little life

surprised us

a shower of rain

We stopped in the colonnade

Drank coffee

and talked

much of the night

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Today's challenge from Angie

paraphrased here :-)

Write a free verse poem using words

chosen from T S Elliot's "The Wasteland" 

I chose to write a "found Poem"

Day 15