The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

National Poetry Month

April is national poetry month. The month many poets torture themselves attempting to write a poem a day even at the expense of neglecting family, friends and cats. Here is one more stripe to bare. A classic poem you probably put on a to read list, but haven’t quite gotten around to yet. Good luck April martyr poets. Many of us won’t make it, but that is okay, because nobody will notice while the Kardashians are in power.

April is the cruelest month … T.S. Eliot


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s