Monday, February 22, 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 thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

This poem is very creative and meaningful. It is a happy ending, of a life. One thing that I really like about it is the language, it makes it sound more elegant. One thing that I didn't enjoy as much is that i don't see what the first line has to do with the poem. In the end, its a great piece of art.

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