• a hyacinth girl //
  • 18 // bham // “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.
    Öd’ und leer das Meer."
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