(Untitled, 1970 by Mark Rothko, 1903-1970, American
artist)
Unfortunately, even the most passionate romance can turn.
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, 1757-1827, English poet, painter, engraver, and mystic visionary
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