A famous poem by William Blake. It tugs at the fringes of our understanding; we can agree its meaning is important but we each one have a different interpretation of what that is; and we all think anew every time we read it.
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.
I've always found Blake's accompanying illustration a little odd, and somewhat disturbing
A Short But Mysterious Poem
Oh Rose thou art sick
A famous poem by William Blake. It tugs at the fringes of our understanding; we can agree its meaning is important but we each one have a different interpretation of what that is; and we all think anew every time we read it.