Google Translate Poetry: The Wasteland Part 1



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.



English – Bosnian – Lithuanian – Arabic – Catalan – Arabic – Lithuanian – Bosnian – English




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.

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