"One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyac...
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