December 1st, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

350: excerpt from "The Wasteland"

Excerpt from “The Wasteland”
T.S. Eliot

"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.