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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Blake has always been a favorite. His nature poems are simply .. awe-inspiring. Thank you for sharing this one.
I wish I could see that manuscript page in person--I was lucky to see a Blake page at the Library of Congress once.
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Blake draws such contrasts with so few words. I am lingering over this one - thanks for sharing it!
"Love is a rose..."
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