THIEVES

Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for the past and fear of the future (Fulton Oursler).

APRIL

April is the cruelest month,
breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,
mixing Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

T.S. Eliot in "The Waste Land"

April is de grimmigste maand, hij wekt
Seringen uit het dode land,
vermengt Herinnering en verlangen,
port Lome wortels op met
lenteregen. (vertaling Paul Claes)

foto: John Roever