>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.
What did he mean by this?
>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.
What did he mean by this?
Bugs ate the roses
On-the-spectrum people need not apply
I read it and shuddered and saw vivid imagery that I did not know the meaning of and now I'm trying to decipher the poem.
Bugs ate the roses you fucking troglodyte.
time to take a chill pill lil buddy
I understand not understanding poetry but you are so stupid you deserve to get crushed by a falling piano.
Would you like me to go over the poem line by line or would you still insist it has some further esoteric meaning beyond Blake having a poetic mind and rendering something mundane in beautiful language and meter?
First of all, I'm not OP. Second of all, you definitely sound unhinged and you definitely need to take a chill pill LOL
Go knit me socks grandma
What a story, Mark
>taking poetry literally
benis goes into bagina and sex happens at night and it's all furious and violent and pregnancy is a severe burden afterward
william blake was a real one and probably the best english poet of the last two hundred years along side TS Eliot
Keats > Blake
I know my opinion is plebeian and that Blake was undoubtedly greater but the divine vision of Keats is sorely underappreciated and he certainly would have become a greater poet than Blake had he lived longer.
Blake was a fraud, Keats was the best English poet. You're a cringe homosexual.
Anon, I love Keats too, but you need to let go. Keats died young, and Blake is one of the greats.
Never discussed poetry again pseud
What makes you hate Blake?
He's just not good enough. His appeal is overblown by his cult following. Meanwhile Keats had genuine lyrical excellence and he stands tall as a giant when assessed purely based on his poetic talent. Blake does not. Yeats was also a pseudo-mystic poet but he was actually good.
don't sign your posts
you're falling for bait
An incubus.
It's about post-nut clarity.