British Romantic poet and painter William Blake (17457-1827)
left his mark in the world of words with such works as The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Jerusalem, and Songs of Innocence and Experience.
Here’s a poem from Blake that points to the perils of poison
produce… or does it?
A Poison TreeBy William BlakeI 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.Night and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smilesAnd 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 stoleWhen the night had veiled the pole;In the morning, glad, I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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that is an awesome poem! love the twist at the end! tho not always the case... usually we eat our own fruit of bitterness when we fester
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