"Rickard A. Parker" wrote:
> Ken Armstrong wrote:
> > 1 O Rose, thou art sick!
> > 2 The invisible worm
> > 3 That flies in the night,
> > 4 In the howling storm,
> > Always wondered about the worm in this. Anyone know worms that fly in
> > howling storms? Seriously?
> It metaphorically flies when wind-blown? I can't say for sure
> as I haven't even seen any invisible worms that just crawl. ;-)
This is Romantic Allegory rather than metaphor -- & I don't have a clue
as to how to analyze it! The rose of My love is like a red, red rose is
a real rose -- only the whole is figurative. Similarly with Prufrock's
coffee spoons. But here the Rose is not a rose, the worm is not a worm,
and I'm not even sure the storm is a storm. Maybe. As Nancy points out,
the worm somehow links to the Old Dragon, but in conjunction with the
Rose, if the Rose is a rose, it has to be a worm that eats away at buds.
The rose (as a rose) may be itself a crimson joy, but it a rose its bed
would be green, though it itself is crimson. But crimson joy surely
hints at the Whore of Babylon.
Pish. I've never spent the necessary time with Blake.