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I re-read TS Eliot’s "The Waste Land" the other day, anticipating the onset of the "cruelest month" which marks spring in the western hemisphere and, for us, the start of the scorching days of summer.


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Summertime

By Singkit | April 4, 2015 - 10:00am

Every April, when summer is really and fully upon us, I revisit TS Elliot’s iconic and intriguing poem, The Waste Land, which begins with the lines quoted above.

Starweek Magazine

April & Earth

By NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit | April 1, 2007 - 12:00am

"April is the cruelest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain." I re-read TS Eliot’s...

Starweek Magazine