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. Eliot, from “I. The Burial of the Dead,” The Waste Land and Other Writings. (Modern Library; unknown edition, January 8, 2002) Originally published 1922.