Friday, February 5, 2010

The Sick Rose - William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out they bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

One thing that i really like about this poem was the word choice. I felt that he used very interesting words to explain this poem in a very descriptive word. One thing that I didn't like was how nothing rhymes, its a beautiful poem, i just am more interested in the ones that rhyme. There was not anything that confused me all to much in this poem.

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