A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
The Question and Answer section for The Poems of William Blake is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel.
I think the speaker is referring to the stars.
I'm not sure that "normal" is the right word. A young man has killed his brother. We are not told why; the poet has focused his interest on the state of mind of the young man.
The poem is an objective perception of the ethnic conflict that erupted in Sri Lanka in 1983. The poem opens with how media report about the outbreak of ethnic violence in the country. The general civilian life gets disturbed and the tourist...
