If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.
If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, And of thy meager store Two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.
The way you can go to Paris or Beijing and everywhere there's a McDonald's hamburger, this is the ecological quivalent of franchised life-forms. Every place is the same place. Kudzu. Zebra Mussels. Water Hyacinths. Starlings. Burger Kings.The local natives, anything unique gets squeezed out.The only biodiversity we're going to have left is Coke versus Pepsi.We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time.
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