The Sick Nature Poem by RAJAT GHOSH
The Sick Nature
O Nature thou art impure,
The crude civilization
That runs days and nights,
For the blackened profit,
Has found out thy purity
Of green joy:
And his dark impish interrelation
Does thy harmony destroy.
(An attempt to imitate Blake's poem "The Sick Rose")
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: literature,nature
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