Sip In The Beauty Of The Flowers Comments

This is a tantalizing, mysterious poem which makes its setting vividly tactile and sensory but draws a veil over why the beautiful is so fragile and why natural things, capable of feeling, feel only sadness, like wounded human beings. Perhaps the flowers and other natural things endowed now with a kind of consciousness wish they could return to their past condition of oblivion, but first they must perform the rites of morning which offer only further immersion in sadness.