So far this has been one of the most difficult poems I have ever read in my entire life, it is super, extremely complicated!!
It is obvious that death and life after death as well as resurrection (?) play a big role in the poem, I can tell by the following lines:
“April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire…”
“April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire…”
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?”
It reminded me when we’re burying my dad, I remember the grass was so green and flowers were in full bloom. I thought here I am burying my dad, his dead body in a land full of life. It was a mix of feelings.
One of the things I’ve always feared is water; it’s actually one of my biggest phobias. The sea, a lake, anything related with water freaks me out. T.S. Elliot mentions water a lot throughout the poem and death by water.
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