Blue Hyacinths
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.
Adelaide Crapsey
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.
Looking at a cluster of blue hyacinths, the speaker feels the pull of a distant world right in the petals. Those tight curls hold more than color — they carry the memory of something vast: the blue of coastal cliffs and open sea.
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