Anabel's library

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Look around, heart what you like, add one of your own. Nothing you do here is kept, so try everything.

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Small wonders, with my notes in between.

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What this library says about its reader.

Today's spark.

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The library

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a poem

I. The Burial of the Dead

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.

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)

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Opening lines. An interesting analysis of this poem and of modernism is in the introduction to Why Poetry by Matthew Zapruder.

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Small wonders

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