Hats off to William Blake
Hat Store, Third Avenue, Upper East Side, NYCWilliam Blake's poem, "The Sick Rose," forced itself into my mind last night as I passed by this hat store... I am not sure why. Here it is:
The Sick Rose
Oh 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 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.
Also, this morning, some of the things I saw in the Bronx, around 6 a.m... I had been sick by then -- but not in the bad sense.
By the Bronx River, these gorgeous, almost tangible, rays of sunlight.
Patriots all on Eastchester Avenue.
From not the Bronx, but Long Island City...
On Lurting Avenue, Bronx: does the early cat catch the bird?
posted by Stephen at July 07, 2009
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