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

2 σχόλια:

Non Private Life είπε...

Σκύψε να μυρίσω μωρέ το κρατάς τόσο ψηλά...

Ιφιμέδεια είπε...

:-)