“...the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms — Homer Copy Share Image
And I will love words for their own sake, like 'hyacinth' and 'Piccadilly' and 'onyx.' And I'll have a good old dog,… — Rick Elice Copy Share Image
