I loves me some interwebs, children! I wanted to post this picture of a rose in our back yard, and I thought, “What is WRONG with that rose? It doesn’t look at all well.” So that made me think of William Blake’s poem “The Sick Rose” and I went browsering. That’s my new word for browsing the internet. I know, I know: they call the program a browser because you use it to browse the internet. But browsering amuses me.
ANYWAY, I did find the Blake poem at The Poetry Foundation:
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.
Pretty hot, eh? Speaking of which, I also found out that Johnny Depp played a character named William Blake (no relation to the metaphysical poet) in a movie named DEAD MAN. You’re welcome.
Meanwhile, I’m over at Fatal Foodies posting about a word that’s fun to say.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What’s in your back yard? Or out your back window? Or on the street parallel to yours?