Saturday, December 24, 2005

Meaningful poetry

A thanks to Will Powers for posting this. I had to post it too.

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 water'd it in fears
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And soft delicate wiles.

And it grew both night and day
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine.

William Blake



Blogger Polyman2 said...

we turn freinds
into foes,
and foes
into freinds.
it's hard
to tell
the difference.

1:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

English is my second language and this poem is really deep even though I can't understand some of the words.

4:22 PM  

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