Alex Raichev

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, 1794

Here's my rough musical setting of the poem.

Update 2017-09-03. Laura Perrudin performs a haunting rendition with voice, harp, and multitrack:

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Author: Alex Raichev
Date: 2012-04-24
Tags: music, poetry
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