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.
Oh, Rosa, estás enferma:
El gusano invisible
Que vuela en la noche, en la ululante
Tormenta,
Ha encontrado tu tálamo de
Gozo carmesí
Y su oscuro y secreto amor te destruye la vida.
Versión de DJG
Música: Serenata para Tenor, Corno Inglés y orquesta de cuerdas, Op. 31.
Cuarto Movimiento: Elegía, Andante Apasionato.
Compuesto por Benjamin Britten.
Robert Tear, Tenor. Dale Clevenger, Corno Inglés.
Orquesta Sinfónica de Chicago.
Director de Orquesta: Sir. Collin Davis.
Rest in peace, Bob.....
WetLettuce1966 10 months ago
So amazing, thise poem is the poem of all time!!
it always makes me cry! so sad.
Thank you very much
XpressTUBER 1 year ago
That is a poem! Not many poems in the English language can measure up to
this one. And the music fulfills it to
perfection. Am I gushing? so what. I recognize Blake's genius, and I don;t mind mentioning it. Whoever put this here,
THANK YOU.
johndega 2 years ago