Flowers grow in wastelands

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

These seemingly grim lines may be the most optimistic in modern literature: life feeds into life, change is constant, and the spring’s rain helps complete the cycle.

Author: Milan

In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. In the fall of 2005, I began reading for an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford. Outside school, I am very interested in photography, writing, and the outdoors. I am writing this blog to keep in touch with friends and family around the world, provide a more personal view of graduate student life in Oxford, and pass on some lessons I've learned here.

3 thoughts on “Flowers grow in wastelands”

  1. T.S. Elliott’s vision in the poem is a collection of images of broken things. Very interesting about the windows in Hart House Chapel; they were pieced together from broken windows from Churches in England after the Great War.

  2. There is a wonderful Wayson Choy story set in Vancouver in which a Chinese grandmother who feels out of place in Vancouver takes her grandson through the alley ways and a burned down church to collect pieces of broken glass. Out of these she ties together beautiful wind chimes that sing in the wind.

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