The Wasteland
April first, by heart.
I tell people I know “The Wasteland” though this is misleading and makes me sound more erudite than I am. I studied Eliot’s poem along with literally hundreds of other poems by dead generally male poets when I was in college. The first four lines have stayed with me.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desi…