Adieu to April
Adieu, ‘the
cruellest month’
Adieu to thy
sorrow, pain
And the burden.
Thou, with all
your effort,
Thou hast been
toiling
Thy month long
tenure.
Lifelong is the
tedium!
Lo, the April is
dead!
Live the groove
and pass away!
‘Wretched, fool,
o the bald giant
‘Thy sorrows are
thine with all means.’
The melancholy
shore roars.
Thirsty Ocean
countersigns the echo.
‘Throw away the
dead.’
Wednesday, 30
April 2014
