Clearly the spring doesn't try to be hesitant to come to our cute little town. I just found out that the whole state is in a rainy season, brooding different ranges of thoughts, feelings, and of course, new life. All the squirrels got their new fur so they look spotty and not that pretty as before. The rain usually comes down after the sunset and stops in the early dawn. So most of the time I just find the wet ground and feel the freshing air tenderly touching my face when I get out of my apartment. The other night I just woke up by the thunders and bolt outside the window. Surprisingly I didn't fear at all. I just said to myself in half sleepy and half conscious state, "You are more than welcome here."
Now the rain stops. It knows that some of the plant doesn't need too much water, such as my orchid. When you waters too much, they will become over blooming and fade away very soon. Water can give birth and also can drown. So the spring is a rotten and corrupt season, indeed, just as that great poet complains in his long, tedious and boring poem. He beings in The Burial of the Dead, the first chapter this way,

	April is the cruelest 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.

I feel really burdened when I see verses like this, full of the smell of decadence. I don't know why people like it so much. People uses these sentence to mourn the dead things brought by the spring. The reversal is quite astonishing to see at a glance. The first thing came into my mind is that great and narcissistic actor who was not in our dimension for almost four years.And there are huge amounts of paper about it. But when I read something like this, I have to admit that some of the words really strike my mind with their invisible power, such as,

And I will show something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow rising behind to meet you I will show your fear in a handful of dust

Actually I don't know the exact meaning or connotation of some of the verses, such as the one with the "hyacinth girl" or something sprout from a dead body until I think it in a biblical sense, such as resurrection. That really helps sometimes. This is the first time I didn't feel modern poetry too deep to dig after I read some even more archaic and weird text in early modern times. Just as Charlie always tries to persuade me, you will find anything not that hard if you can go through the early modern period. It is true.

I don't think I will have enough time to read so many things irrelevant in the rest of the spring. I was warned that I would be insanely busy and stressed out by different issues, trivial or something I am really concerned. I know people will continue their life without even noticing the change of seasons. They are too obsessed with their own, just as I am. But when the freshing morning dew drops on head, I realize that I am not that forgetful and egocentric sometimes. I'm really glad about that.