
A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veil’d the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
Poem Attribution © William Blake, A Poison Tree
Source Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45952/a-poison-tree
Painting Attribution © Bahadur Singh, Tree of Life VII, 2018
Source Attribution https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Tree-of-life-VII/146041/4406082/view
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Hi. Thanks for calling in and comment. So pleased you enjoyed reading the poem by William Blake. Happy Thursday.
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I love it!
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Hi, Anita. Thanks for the read and comment. A wonderful poem by William Blake. Have a great day.
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You too, Goff…
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Cheers, Anita. Happy Friday.
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