The Sick Rose Poem by William Blake
The Sick Rose
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.
Great is this poem. It is likely from one the greatest
Rose with out continuous water and love with out contacting each other Will never last
Reading this poem has made me have violent gastro, it lives up to its name.
my lecturer had given us this with a taste of analysis................................... SICK Indeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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