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.
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April is the month of reproduction
Mix the dead oil
Memory, craving and mixing
Deep roots with spring motifs.
Winter is warm and covered
Dishes for party entertainment
Low level of life with dry rubber.
Year was surprised by Starnberger
With the things we stopped in the column
The sun continued at Hofgarten
Eat coffee and talk for an hour.