Il Sonetto 119 di William Shakespeare ha ispirato la mostra di fotografie di Joseph Badalov a Roma a Palazzo Ferrajoli. Grazie alla segnalazione di un amico. E allora ricordo prima il sonetto…
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin’d love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
…E poi posto una delle foto. L’artista russo è riuscito a ricostruire l’atmosfera di questo splendido sonetto?
Zibaldone 
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