Year 12 | 28 January 2020 | firstname.lastname@example.org
"There's a gold sheen on these flower petals as they fold more truly mine, more like to my desire"
The flower petals fold. They are by the sun
Forgotten. In a shadowy wood they grow
Where the dark trees keep up a to-and-fro
Shadowy waving. Who will watch them shine
When I have dreamed my dream? Ah, darling mine,
Find them, gather them for me one by one.
Source: Katherine Mansfield, The Scrapbook, London 1939
by L. C.
05 october 2009, Food Notes > Food Tourism