Ecclesiastes XII, v. 31. . Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. 68, A phenomenon which I have often noticed. 279. 64, Cf. - Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Now the noisy winds are still; / April's coming up the hill! 195. - Mary Mapes Dodge, "Now the Noisy Winds Are Still", "Sweet April showers / Do spring May flowers." The wind under the door. Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, (Those are pearls that were his eyes. The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest among Wren's interiors.. See. V. Verlaine, Parsifal. Goodnight May. London: documents at sight,Asked me in demotic FrenchTo luncheon at the Cannon Street HotelFollowed by a weekend at the Metropole. Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—. April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. . First, is the reference to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, which begins: Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote Webster: "Is the wind in that door still?" - John Greenleaf Whittier, "The Singer", "April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers." For many writers, April symbolizes youth, newness, and promise. The meal is ended, she is bored and tired. Or other testimony of summer nights. . "Datta, dayadhvam, damyata" (Give, sympathise, control). Among the windings of the violins And the ariettes Of cracked cornets Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own, Capricious monotone That is at least one definite "false note." 68, A phenomenon which I have often noticed. Posted on April 1, 2018 Author A Sonnet Obsession Categories Ogden Nash, William Wordsworth Tags Always Marry An April Girl by Ogden Nash, April is the Cruelest Month, I wandered lonely as a cloud by William Wordworth, Poetry, Praise the spells and bless the charms "April is the cruelest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain." Do you remember, "Are you alive, or not? 204. / The tulip tree, high up, / Opened, in airs of June, her multitude / Of golden chalices to humming birds / And silken-wing'd insects of the sky." I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face. She smoothes her hair with automatic hand. ', Illa negat; placuit quae sit sententia docti. Winter kept us warm, covering. And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street. Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swellAnd the profit and loss. When I count, there are only you and I together, There is always another one walking beside you. Goodnight Lou. As he rose and fell, He passed the stages of his age and youth. "-T.S. 266. Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end. The collocation of these two representatives of eastern and western asceticism, as the culmination of this part of the poem, is not an accident. Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Goodnight. Laquearia. The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest among Wren's interiors.. See The Proposed Demolillon of Nineteen City Churches: (P. S. King & Son, Ltd.). Who is the third who walks always beside you?When I count, there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside youGliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hoodedI do not know whether a man or a woman—But who is that on the other side of you? Why we have not developed into friends." Shantih. 37,48. With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade. 63. He did, I was there. —But who is that on the other side of you? "With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? Aho F H. Bradley, Appearance and Reality, p. 346. I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea. Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do— With "I have saved this afternoon for you"; And four wax candles in the darkened room, Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid. The Song of the (three) Thames-daughters begins here. V. The Tempest, as above. You will see me any morning in the park Reading the comics and the sporting page. "When of the sudden, listening, you shall hear, "A noise of horns and hunting, which shall bring, "Where all shall see her naked skin . "My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. This music is successful with a "dying fall" Now that we talk of dying— And should I have the right to smile? The wind. V. Goldsmith, the song in The Vicar of Wakefield. How keen you are!] 176. T. S. Eliot famously wrote that “April is the cruelest month”—and William Shakespeare may be apt to agree with him, as he died on April 23, 1616 in Stratford-upon-Avon shortly after his fifty-second birthday. What should I resent?". "Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers." (2020, August 28). A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare. 41. 118. Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage. The nymphs are departed.Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette endsOr other testimony of summer nights. The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the Brihadaranyaka – Upanishad, 5, 1. Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights. / April knows her own, and is content. Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. 434. Mr. Warren was one of the great pioneers of Buddhist studies in the Occident. "Are you alive, or not? A PRIL is the cruellest month, breeding. 74, Cf. Philomela in Parts II and III. Tiresias, although a mere spectator and not indeed a "character," is yet the most important personage in the poem, uniting all the rest. And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Of course, in its entirety, it’s a hauntingly plaintive line: “April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” Honestly, take a minute and read that one again. The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune Of a broken violin on an August afternoon: "I am always sure that you understand My feelings, always sure that you feel, Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand. You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. In the first part of Part V three themes are employed: the journey to Emmaus, the approach to the Chapel Perilous (see Miss Weston's book) and the present decay of eastern Europe. Goodnight. Damyata. Winter kept us warm, covering April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. "'Ara vos prec per aquella valor 'que vos guida al som de l'escalina, 'sovegna vos a temps de ma dolor.' "You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, [For indeed I do not love it...you knew? Well, April does have Tax Day, April Fool’s Day, chronic rainstorms… so, … Speak. 360. were to be handed to the buyer upon payment of the sight draft. "I have been wondering frequently of late (But our beginnings never know our ends!) The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,Glowed on the marble, where the glassHeld up by standards wrought with fruited vinesFrom which a golden Cupidon peeped out(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)Doubled the flames of seven branched candelabraReflecting light upon the table asThe glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,From satin cases poured in rich profusion;In vials of ivory and coloured glassUnstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confusedAnd drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the airThat freshened from the window, these ascendedIn fattening the prolonged candle-flames,Flung their smoke into the laquearia,Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.Huge sea-wood-fed with copperBurned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.Above the antique mantel was displayed.As though a window gave upon the sylvan sceneThe change of Philomel, by the barbarous kingSo rudely forced; yet there the nightingaleFilled all the desert with inviolable voiceAnd still she cried, and still the world pursues,"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.And other withered stumps of timeWere told upon the walls; staring formsLeaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.Footsteps shuffled on the stair.Under the firelight, under the brush, her hairSpread out in fiery pointsClawed into words, then would be savagely still. 218. "April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." Something o' that, I said.Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIMEIf you don't like it you can get on with it, I said,Others can pick and choose if you can't.But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. V. Purgatorio, XXXVI, 148. This may not appear as exact as Sappho's lines, but I had In mind the "longshore" or "dory" fisherman, who returns at nightfall. What you get married for if you don't want children? 367-77, Cf. It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles' heel. . they'll remarry Ere the worm pierce your winding-sheet, ere the spider Make a thin curtain for your epitaphs." We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips. Eliot Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. 99. Yes, bad. V. Baudelaire, Preface to Fleurs du Mal. ", I rememberThose are pearls that were his eyes. White bodies naked on the low damp ground. . Reading “The Wasteland” was more an exercise in reading footnotes, utilizing a German dictionary, and seeing how much of Dante and Shakespeare we could recall. The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring, At the violet hour, when the eyes and back, Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits. Fear death by water.I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.Thank you. More April quotes and sayings. I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see, At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives. Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe. Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina." April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. As we enter the month of April in what amounts to a global quarantine, expect to hear a lot of people quoting TS Eliot’s poem “The Waste Land.” Stay with me. They don’t want to be born again. Inferno, XXXIII, 46: "ed io sentii chiavar l'uscio di sotto all'orribile torre." The following lines were stimulated by the account of one of the Antarctic expeditions (I forget which, but I think one of Shackleton's): it was related that the party of explorers, at the extremity of their strength, had the constant delusion that there was one more member than could actually be counted. Goodnight May. Purgatorio, V, 133: "Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia; "Siena mi fe', disfecemi Maremma." As you may have heard, April is National Poetry Month, and as T. S. Eliot pointed out, it’s also the cruelest month.(Really? Is there nothing in your head? "Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the Spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful, after all." First published in April, 2009. Since publication in 1922 of the great T. S. Eliot poem "The Waste Land," April—normally a time of new life and rebirth—had begun to be perceived as "the cruelest month." . Unreal CityUnder the brown fog of a winter noonMr. Yes, bad. 253. Who is the third who walks always beside you? "That corpse you planted last year in your garden. V. Gerard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado. Line 20. .Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.But at my back in a cold blast I hearThe rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.A rat crept softly through the vegetationDragging its slimy belly on the bankWhile I was fishing in the dull canalOn a winter evening round behind the gashouseMusing upon the king my brother's wreckAnd on the king my father's death before him.White bodies naked on the low damp groundAnd bones cast in a little low dry garret,Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.But at my back from time to time I hearThe sound of horns and motors, which shall bringSweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.O the moon shone bright on Mrs. PorterAnd on her daughterThey wash their feet in soda waterEt O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole! —And so the conversation slips Among velleities and carefully caught regrets Through attenuated tones of violins Mingled with remote cornets And begins. (And I Tiresias have foresuffered allEnacted on this same divan or bed;I who have sat by Thebes below the wallAnd walked among the lowest of the dead. "Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? There are some April fool quotes from famous personalities. Unreal City,Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hoursWith a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: "Stetson! "Has it begun to sprout? It certainly was. The time is now propitious, as he guesses. 412. (The queen) was alonne with Lord Robert and myself on the poop, when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far that Lord Robert at last said, as I was on the spot there was no reason why they should not be married if the queen pleased. Twit twit twitJug jug jug jug jug jugSo rudely forc'd.Tereu. In the first part of Part V three themes are employed: the journey to Emmaus, the approach to the Chapel Perilous (see Miss Weston's book) and the present decay of eastern Europe. And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten. April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain-T.S. 264. . Posts about cruelest month written by nyssablogs. He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you. Goodnight.Ta ta. Marvell, To His Coy Mistress. In for each is peculiar and private to that soul." Dull roots with spring rain. In this decayed hole among the mountainsIn the faint moonlight, the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapelThere is the empty chapel, only the wind's homeIt has no windows, and the door swings,Dry bones can harm no one.Only a cock stood on the rooftreeCo co rico co co ricoIn a flash of lightning. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. I shall sit here, serving tea to friends..." I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends For what she has said to me? Son of man,You cannot say, or guess, for you know onlyA heap of broken images, where the sun beats,And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,And the dry stone no sound of water. Cf. Chapman says (Handbook of Birds of Eastern North America) "it is most at home in secluded woodland and thickety retreats. I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark Suddenly, his expression in a glass. Sylvan scene, V. Milton, Paradise Lost, IV, 140. However, for some poets (such as T.S. Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. For your moodiest April photo: " But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. . 402. "Richmond and KewUndid me. . I shall sit here, serving tea to friends." What are the roots that clutch, what branches growOut of this stony rubbish? iv, letter of De Quadra to Philip of Spain:"In the aflemoon we were in a barge, watching the games on the river. ""I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street"With my hair down, so. Speak. Webster: "Is the wind in that door still? "Do"You know nothing? / You know how it is with an April day. Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone. III The October night comes down; returning as before Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees. 425. . As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene, The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king, So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale, Filled all the desert with inviolable voice. -T.S. the Dirge in Webster's White Devil. The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the. Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. I made no comment. "April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." Eliot . The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leafClutch and sink into the wet bank. The river sweatsOil and tarThe barges driftWith the turning tideRed sailsWideTo leeward, swing on the heavy spar.The barges washDrifting logsDown Greenwich reachPast the Isle of Dogs, Weialala leia Wallala leialala, Elizabeth and LeicesterBeating oarsThe stern was formedA gilded shellRed and goldThe brisk swellRippled both shoresSouthwest windCarried down streamThe peal of bellsWhite towers Weialala leia Wallala leialala, "Trams and dusty trees.Highbury bore me. / Year after year returning, with a brow / Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, / And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys / Of vanished springs, like flowers." . The poet Chaucer captured that vision well when he described April with its "sweet, musical showers" as a time of pilgrimage. Baudelaire: "Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves, "Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant." 221. As he rose and fellHe passed the stages of his age and youthEntering the whirlpool. 138. Eliot), April also stirs up memories and prompts reminiscences of the past. Vidit et 'est yestrae si tanta potentia plagae: Dixit 'ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet, Nunc quoque vos feriam!' And down we went.In the mountains, there you feel free.I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. Many poets and writers have focused on the natural beauty present in April—birds singing, rainbows, and the first flowers of spring. Something o' that, I said. 264. Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks. ", "On Margate Sands.I can connectNothing with nothing.The broken fingernails of dirty hands.My people humble people who expectNothing." "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;"They called me the hyacinth girl. "When lovely woman stoops to folly andPaces about her room again, alone,She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,And puts a record on the gramophone. From St. Augustine's Confessions again. Shantih shantih shantih. Hieronymo's mad againe.Datta. 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Ernest Hilbert is the author of Sixty Sonnets, All of You on the Good Earth, Caligulan, which was selected as winner of the 2017 Poets’ Prize, and Last One Out. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. V. Götterdämmerung, III, i: the Rhine-daughters. April is a month of transition. Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—. In either case my experiences falls within my alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround it. 1. Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays, On the divan are piled (at night her bed). Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. V. Froude, Elizabeth, Vol. Is there nothing in your head?" Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. Look! Quotes About the Month of April From Great Writers. 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