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The Sick Rose. 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.
‘The Sick Rose’ by William Blake describes the loss of a woman’s virginity through the metaphor of a rose and an invisible worm. The poem begins with the speaker telling the rose that she is sick.
First published in Songs of Innocence and Experience in 1794, it is one Blake's best-known poems, while also remaining one of his most enigmatic. In eight short lines, the speaker addresses the "Rose" of the title, telling it that an "invisible worm" has made it sick.
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. This poem is in the public domain.
The serpent in this manuscript poem is the ‘worm’ of ‘The Sick Rose’, entering and defiling with its ‘poison’. ‘The Sick Rose’, although written in clear, plain language, is an enigmatic poem whose meaning remains difficult to pin down.
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.
The Sick Rose is one of William Blake’s most famous poems. He published it in 1794 and is present in his book Songs of Innocence . In this poem, the poet uses two symbols – rose and worm, to describe love.
" The Sick Rose " is a poem by William Blake, originally published in Songs of Innocence and of Experience as the 39th plate; the incipit of the poem is O Rose thou art sick. Blake composed the poem sometime after 1789, and presented it with an illuminated border and illustration, typical of his self-publications. [1] .
The Sick Rose. If 'The Tyger' is one of the most anthologised poems in English, this is undoubtedly one of the most disturbing and creepy. The poem mimics its subject, insinuating itself into the reader's mind and ear, worming its way in.
Songs of Experience, 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.