Monday, April 11, 2011

I no longer think of you, every single day.

Nan Goldin

"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."
- The Sick Rose, William Blake.

1 comment:

AuberginesAndLemons said...

I love the combination of poetry by William Blake and photography by Nan Goldin.
I'd read quite a few poems by William Blake but never The Sick Rose.
I absolutely love the picture of the second and the fourth picture..