‘Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.' E. M. Forster
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