William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Sick Rose - Poem by 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.


Comments about The Sick Rose by William Blake

  • Rookie - 113 Points Poet Anayat Ullah Anayat (7/12/2015 4:06:00 AM)

    Very nice i give 5 points (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,359 Points Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (6/30/2015 10:45:00 AM)

    Great is this poem. It is likely from one the greatest (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,982 Points Herbert Guitang (6/15/2015 1:41:00 AM)

    a beautiful and very symbolic poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Benjamin Markham (4/7/2007 6:34:00 AM)

    I love this poem, to me the rose represents england and the invisible world is the birth idustrial nation. like alot of Blakes poetry its about the beauty of the natural world (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001


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