Anonymous asked:

April is the cruelest month, breeding \n Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing \n Memory and desire, stirring \n Dull roots with spring rain. \n Winter kept us warm, covering \n Earth in forgetful snow, feeding \n A little life with dried tubers.

April is the cruelest 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.
Tales lie on the leaves that give the trees
To the sun-dark.
Sorrow was still in us in last days,
Frowning at us every day.
Frost is hard to kill, so we go
To the sun at night to gather
The snow from our ears, that’s how we
Reaching the sun-dark now.
We come to fear the dark, in fear
Of the sun’s coldness, that is
In fear the world’s dark
To come, and we turn.
With a lightness that is pure,
Mush, dust or the light of the year
Come, my little boy.“
I knew it, even if it was like a child that slept, a
child that was a little more powerful than I
Lilacs, a little more beautiful than she was, a child
that would not let me hate, and it wasn’t
Like a child in pain, the child that I have seen
and feared, that is the child who is here so often.
Even here, even through the trees there in the forest, she
s the same. She is the one you never saw.
The mother of the family that you know is the one that
Her father has been with from day to day.
She is the one that you will meet with in all your
Lip-Sitting, with the way the world tells her: she looks for you,
And you look for her.
Her one eye will look for another.
You may not meet her on many places, but you may know.
And you will look for her on all the things you
know, as you will be met for years.
And all of us must wait and wait
I, it is time to wait.
The time to wait is the last-ever time,
The time to wait is the last night.
There is something so perfect in all of us,
It comes to the earth so that you are there,
And we are here so that you will stay here forever.
We are here to bring peace to the world,
This is what happens when they have been gone.
The child whose dreams are so hard on the moon
And they have not been seen.
The dark shadows in the world are so cold and hard around
The earth, they are so dim and far away.

gpt-2 Anonymous