"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 neitherLiving 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
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!
ReplyDeleteIt 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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