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02/04/2010

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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.


William Blake, 1794

Mr. Blake took his gardening seriously.  You should read his tulip blight poem.

I love scary poems.  I have a little volume of scary poems called Poems Bewitched and Haunted by Everyman's Library Pocket Poets which I read frequently. 

Posted at 03:47 AM in Poetry |

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Hey, Doofus

Blake wasn't talking about a "real" rose, or a "real" invisible worm. Those are allegorical words. This poem is an allegory, NOT a warning against rose blight! By the way, allegories are like secret messages only smart people can understand.

CG

P.S. Love the blog!

Posted by: CerebrityGal | 02/05/2010 at 01:53 PM

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