Friday, September 30, 2011

Poetry Friday: The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. 
 
-- William Blake
 
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4 comments:

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

Blake has always been a favorite. His nature poems are simply .. awe-inspiring. Thank you for sharing this one.

Sara said...

I wish I could see that manuscript page in person--I was lucky to see a Blake page at the Library of Congress once.

Thank you for joining Poetry Friday!

Andi Sibley said...

Blake draws such contrasts with so few words. I am lingering over this one - thanks for sharing it!

Rodak said...

"Love is a rose..."