April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' FerryAnd Lilacs adorn New Rochelle!White Plains is the Garden of AllahAnd Pelham's the Pearl of the Sea;There's bliss in the name of Valhalla --Oh, fly to the Suburbs with me!arthur guiterman
It is the season now to go about the country high and low, among the Lilacs hand in hand, and two by two in fairyland.Robert Louis Stevenson
When Lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.walt whitman
Masculinity and femininity, elapsed, met in him And every shame, every grief, every love. If ever we accede to enlightenment, He thought, it is in one compassionate moment When what separated them from me vanishes And a shower of drops from a bunch of Lilacs Pours on my face, and hers, and his, at the same time.czesław miłosz