'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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