wasteland

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
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'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,
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Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Od' und leer das Meer.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.

'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'


I think we are in rats' alley
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Where the dead men lost their bones.