Some poetry-blog proprietor i am... April is national poetry month and i had no idea! at least i found out at the end of the first day and not like on the 28th. To celebrate...honestly it's just going to be more of the same: cool events, my poems & much better poems by incredible people. One such is Federico García Lorca. His images are absolutely mad at times (in an essay he describes the concept of duende as a giant arsenic lobster about to fall from the sky. let that one sink in a bit) and just incredibly beautiful. So today we've got Song of the Barren Orange Tree, translated by the brilliant W.S. Merwin. He will certainly come up another day. Suffice it to say that he's an untouchable poet in his own right and one of my favorite translators.
And what would an April be without the opening lines to The Waste Land?
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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