Monday, February 22, 2010

"A Poison Tree" by William Blake

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 waterd it in fears,
Night & 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 veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.


  1. Wow. That's intense. I like it, but it's depressing.
    Don't get mad, get Glad!


  2. He does get glad!
    "In the morning glad I see,
    My foe outstretchd beneath the tree."

    Muahahahahaha . . . . .

  3. Run away!!

    I really like this poem, despite it's super depressing/morbid-ness.

    I took a writing class last year, and we focused a large portion on poetry. This was one of the poems, and I wrote an entire essay about the meaning and such. *nods*

  4. Ooh, cool! I'd love to read that! :)

  5. Maybe I'll dig it up, if you remind me again. :)