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The Sick Rose
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Sick Rose

Poem By William Blake

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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Reading this poem has made me have violent gastro, it lives up to its name.
Very relevant in its message to many walks of life!
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