April is the cruellest 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.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Excerpts from one of my favorite poems, “The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot. I know it is no longer April, but somehow, these photos reminded me of this poem in particular. I should mention that I am an English minor. I’d major in it besides the fact that I dislike Shakespeare and have 2 majors already.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
The top I am wearing is one of my most favorite pieces of clothing, and I fully believe that if there was a fire, I would probably want to save it first. It is silk and has 2 rows of ruffles on the bottom. There are numerous little construction details on it that make it the most subtly interesting garment I own so far. I love it so much.
“‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
’They called me the hyacinth girl.’
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.”
The pink suede skirt is a recent acquisition from a local vintage store. It was love at first sight due to the dusty pink color (one of my favorites) and the scalloped edges that are reminiscent of Chloe. The headband is actually a necklace from H&M doubled up and draped on my head. I wear it more often as a headband than a necklace.
‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’
Nothing again nothing.
’You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’