Friday, November 9

The Sick Rose

William Blake (1757-1827) is not an ordinary poet; he is a visionary, a sage, and a great soother of mind, and spirit. Enjoy this poem, on the D-day.

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.

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