Wednesday, September 14, 2011

heart of light

"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.
Oed' und leer das Meer.

-from T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land


  1. One of my favorite poems but you almost have to read From Ritual to Romance by Jesse Weston as well as The Hero with a Thousand Faces and The White Goddess. There is a lot of the Holy Grail myth, modernized here too. A fascinating poem. Great photo, too!

  2. It is an amazing poem, and for some reason I've always found this particular passage to be especially moving. Glad you like!


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