Flower of Love

SRapallo, Flower, watercolor, 2017
SRapallo, Flower, watercolor, 2017
SRapallo, Flower, watercolor, 2017

A flower vase that I have at home, a gift from a lovely girl that stayed with us last weekend.

Flower Of Love – Poem by Oscar Wilde

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without
name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of
Fame.

It was painted with Sennelier watercolor on hand.book paper.

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