Κυριακή 23 Απριλίου 2006

The Sick Rose



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, from the Songs of Experience, 1789

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