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.
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.
February 9, 2007 at 4:42 am
What is a sick rose? could it be something beautiful that is ill?
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February 25, 2008 at 8:40 pm
What did Blake mean by “worm”? Is it an antiquated term for a parasite or bacteria?
April 19, 2008 at 11:27 am
The rose might b representation of a woman or her ***, and is sick because she is pregnant frm that ‘worm’ who found out her ‘crimson joy, i.e sex. I think it’s based on double meaning.
April 20, 2008 at 9:25 pm
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