T.S.エリオットの荒地の、ヒヤシンスの娘のくだり
“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.