Abril con Eliot

Vincent van Gogh, Jarrón con lilas, margaritas y anémonas

Now that lilacs are in bloom

She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

And twists one in his fingers while she talks.

"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know

What life is, you who hold it in your hands";

(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)

"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,

And youth is cruel, and has no remorse

And smiles at situations which it cannot see."

I smile, of course,

And go on drinking tea.

"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall

My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,

I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world

To be wonderful and youthful, after all."

T.S. Eliot

(Fragmento de Portrait of a Lady)