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.

by William Blake

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Really romantic
my lecturer had given us this with a taste of analysis................................... SICK Indeed
To me, this poem is a metaphor for cancer. It was beautifully set to music by Benjamin Britten: https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=9Z8W177eCIY
So sweet a simple pom on a sick rose....beautiful
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