{"id":1623,"date":"2009-04-10T19:28:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-10T19:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1623"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:30:55","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:30:55","slug":"poetry-friday-april-eliot-and-nationa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1623","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: April, Eliot, and National Poetry Month"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lh6.ggpht.com\/_AS3Nr1ChgcU\/SdE9t9jZZJI\/AAAAAAAABus\/49UuPbxlTKw\/NatPoetryMonth2009.gif\" style=\"float:right;margin:8px;\" \/>You all already know how much I love the poster for this year&#8217;s National Poetry Month. But that&#8217;s because I&#8217;m an inveterate Eliot fan. I just can&#8217;t help it; the way he uses language, the way he evokes images even when I have no idea what he&#8217;s talking about because he&#8217;s just too much smarter than I am&#8230; so, since National Poetry Month happens to be in April, and I just happen to love Eliot, here&#8217;s a famous bit about April from one of my favorite Eliot poems, <i>The Waste Land<\/i>:<\/p>\n<p>APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding<\/p>\n<p>Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing<\/p>\n<p>Memory and desire, stirring<\/p>\n<p>Dull roots with spring rain.<\/p>\n<p>Winter kept us warm, covering<\/p>\n<p>Earth in forgetful snow, feeding<\/p>\n<p>A little life with dried tubers.<\/p>\n<p>Summer surprised us&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>If you have a spare hour or two (because it&#8217;s fairly epic in scope), read the rest of <i>The Waste Land<\/i> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/201\/1.html\">here<\/a>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Like most months, this April has been both cruel and kind&#8230;but there&#8217;s certainly been kindness in the wealth of poetry links and events. Go check out more at <a href=\"http:\/\/carolwscorner.blogspot.com\/\">Carol&#8217;s Corner<\/a>, the host of <a href=\"http:\/\/carolwscorner.blogspot.com\/2009\/04\/poetry-friday_07.html\">today&#8217;s Poetry Friday<\/a>, and don&#8217;t miss her original poem!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You all already know how much I love the poster for this year&#8217;s National Poetry Month. But that&#8217;s because I&#8217;m an inveterate Eliot fan&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2,93,10],"class_list":["post-1623","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-af","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1623"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5560,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623\/revisions\/5560"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1623"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1623"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1623"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}