This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Marjorie Maddox.
April
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire…”
T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Yesterday, dull flat dirt,
but today the yellow bobs
of daffodils—and lilacs (!)
lovely in their Sunday best—
obliviously decked out for Easter,
which has called in sick, cloistered
instead behind all that isn’t
what it was: absentee
stained glass, sealed tight
against…