April is not the cruelest month

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.

Apparently, T.S. Eliot was suggesting that April is bad because it gives the hopeless hope, only to leave them still suffering despite the breeding lilacs.  I do not recall this from my high school analysis of The Waste Land.

The poem, even if it doesn't rhyme, does have rhythm, and I have no beef with the argument. It is a  good one. April can suck  as nature shows off its rebirth.

But ...

It should start "April is the second cruelest month." T.S. should also spell "cruelest" correctly.

April has its faults, but it is warm.

March sucks always.

You are weary from a hard winter, and March even tantalizes with warm weather, but then it packs the warmth away and poor brass monkeys are left wander around with their balls frozen off.

Those monkeys would be perfect fits in the Waste Land.