April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.

“The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.”

“Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and …”

“And would it have been worth it, after all,Would it have been worth while,After…”

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.”