‘April is the cruellest month’ ~ T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Reading poetry in spectacularly pretty Cambridge coffee shops has to have been one my favourite things to do during this Easter break. I first experienced The Waste Land when I was invited to a study day at Oxford University at the age of 16, and each time I read it the memories from this day flood back to me. I also always find something new in Eliot’s poetry each time I read it, it always keeps me interested, so I’m actually looking forward to revising his work for my Modern Paper exam this summer.
Hello everyone! As I said in the title I’m going to leave Tumblr forever and I know this is a bit weird but it’s not because my family forced it if it’s not that I really don’t want to be here anymore. What I mean is that all this of Chamomile is not me is a character and I can’t always act like him and so I decided to be more in my own life than on the internet