P is for A Poison Tree

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 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 watered it in fears
Night and 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 veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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A Poison Tree, by William Blake
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1 comment:

  1. 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