The buzzing bee into the flower dips
And from her luscious nectar fondly sips.
~ Poetictouch
Monday, February 02, 2026
Sunday, February 01, 2026
Friday, January 30, 2026
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
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Solitude
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
~ William Wordsworth
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