| 'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; |
| 'They called me the hyacinth girl.' |
| —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, |
| Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not |
| Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither |
| Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, |
| Looking into the heart of light, the silence. |
| Od' und leer das Meer. - T.S.E. |
desolate and void the sea
sound of today: here
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