Monday, April 13, 2009
you gave me hyacinths
The hyacinths have stopped flowering, but I am now drying them, ready for replanting in the autumn. The cycles continue.
'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 the light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
- TS Eliot, The Wasteland
I have been re-reading my Collected Poems by T.S Eliot (I note the irony that I refer to my doting lover as TS on here!). I first discovered him at high school. When I don't read him for a while, and then return, I am hit with a stunning realisation of how truly great his work is. Re-reading all the poems I love, and some I have forgotten about, I feel everything that has been lying dormant in me awaken and blossom, like the pregnant belly at the start of the film Amelie. I'm reminded of what I want to do, what I could do. And what I can do.