{"product_id":"the-waste-land-and-other-poems-8799-11631","title":"The waste land and other poems # 8799","description":"The waste land and other poems by T.S. Eliot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eApril is the cruelest month, breeding\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLilacs out of the dead land, mixing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMemory and desire, stirring\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDull roots with spring rain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWinter kept us warm, covering\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEarth in forgetful snow, feeding\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA little life with dried tubers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSummer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd drank coffee, and talked for an hour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy cousin's, he took me out on a sled,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I was frightened. He said, Marie,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMarie, hold on tight. And down we went.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the mountains, there you feel free.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.","brand":"Bókin.is","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51126846587208,"sku":"OSC-11631","price":1600.0,"currency_code":"ISK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0916\/4029\/9848\/files\/tselli.jpg?v=1754834578","url":"https:\/\/www.bokin.is\/products\/the-waste-land-and-other-poems-8799-11631","provider":"bokin.is","version":"1.0","type":"link"}