1 April is the cruellest month, breeding
2 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
3 Memory and desire, stirring
4 Dull roots with spring rain.
5 Winter kept us warm, covering
6 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
7 A little life with dried tubers.
8 Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
9 With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
10 And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
11 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
12 Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch
13 And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
14 My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
15 And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
16 Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
17 In the mountains, there you feel free.
18 I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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