Photo by Josef Sudek
" 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 the light, the silence.
The burial of the death (The Waste Land) T.S. ELIOT