The author whose books I maintain changed forever how I saw, spoke and reflected, Gene Wolfe, wrote a book that uses a corruption of a fragment of Sappho to remind the main character of his identity:

"Though trodden beneath the shepherd’s heel, the wild hyacinth blooms on the ground," is Wolfe's take on, "As on the hills the shepherds trample the hyacinth under foot, and the flower darkens on the ground."