| “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. | |
| Öd’ und leer das Meer. |
Kermit Oliver, the wonderful painter-mystic
