• A Larum //
  • '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. //
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