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.

  

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                                                  The burial of the death (The Waste Land) T.S. ELIOT