April is the Worst Month Ever

heart stomping Spring
brings me back to Eliot

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

this is how you write a Spring poem

a sestina

this is how once, having written it, you find you have illustrated a painting 

Goya.  Painting.  May 3rd.