EC726

@ http://esoschronicles.blogspot.com/

For today

Eso’s

Chronicles

Reminds

The reader of

William Blake’s

“The Sick Rose”

From the poet’s

Songs of Innocense and Experience ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs_of_Innocence_and_of_Experience}  :

“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.”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyrvE_153lc}

Of course, The sick ‘Rose’ in our time is none other than ‘poetry’.

With all of us accustomed to vulgar TWEETS and TWITTERS and like, the civil voice of poetry has disappeared from the public arena to the hidden pages of so-called ‘poetry magazines’.

Still, as Wm. Blake and Poetry Broadsides of Old prove ^{https://www.biblio.com/book-collecting/what-to-collect/poetry/what-are-broadsides/} , poetry need not disappear from the ring of public hysteria and executions ^{https://www.rt.com/news/481254-hanau-shooting-suspect-dead/}  , but may—if it has a will—insert itself

As a

Crumb of bread

In the crack of

The keyboard

Of our

Dusty computer