Since its Halloween and we have already shared a Poe poem we will rely on William Blake to share his dark side.
A 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 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.
~ William Blake
(William Blake 28 Nov 1757 - 12 August 1827)
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As always your selections are top drawer. This is another perennial favourite of mine. I never tire of Blake's understated genius.ReplyDelete
Like Kerry, I have always liked this poem! It is nice to be able to revisit it here!ReplyDelete
He sounds like Michael Corleone: Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. A disturbing poem.ReplyDelete