‘Each work should be a new creation of the mind … It should abstract itself from memory, seeing only that which it looks upon, and that as for the first time.’ Stéphane Mallarmé 1876
Ungrateful he, who pluck’d thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow’ret! on his careless way.
Wonderful Shakespearian sonnet! I admire the description and the tone of regret/grief up to the turn, and then the recognition of treasures saved. Love the couplet fingers/lingers.Thank you for posting this! Hearing your voice read it and seeing the slides adds so much.Anne