William Blake column

Poison Tree

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 my 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 outstretch'd beneath the tree


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The more I read this, the more it grows on me. A beautifully written verse on taking out your nemesis.

I really like the juxtaposition between the anger against his friend with its short lived feeling versus the growing anger against his foe culminating in death.

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