Wednesday, July 18, 2018 – Poems from The Wasteland by T. S. Eliot and Me
I don’t care if T. S. Eliot wrote that April is the cruelest month. He never lived in Texas in July. Here’s what I’m thinking. My version is more accurate. But you should judge for yourself.
From The Wasteland by T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding.
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing.
Memory and desire, stirring.
Dull roots with spring rain.
From The Wastebasket by Me
JULY is the cruellest month, sweating.
Beads out of the dehydrated body, wanting
Memory and desire, stirring.
Cooler temps and football season.
Here's What I'm Thinking 
Yours is accurate for sure. You are awesome!!!
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