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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
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Papermoon Woods
(10/8/2009 6:19:00 PM) |
Very good poem and so true! I love this poem!
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Nithya Raghavan
(7/16/2009 10:46:00 AM) |
a beautiful poem that depicts the depth of hatred...extremely well written..
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Raine Uchiha
(6/19/2009 8:29:00 PM) |
I really like this poem!
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Michael Harmon
(4/24/2009 1:06:00 PM) |
courses.wcupa.edu/fletcher/britlitweb/lranieria.htm
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Michael Pruchnicki
(4/24/2009 12:35:00 PM) |
He was angry with his friend. Man, I don't like what you did! OK, pal, let's kiss and make up.
He was angry with his sworn enemy. I won't let on how ticked I am with him. Every morning I wake, I'll curse him and his kin. He'll think I'm a friend, a brother!
But I'll scheme and plot and hide my hate!
And one bright day, the apple will fall from the tree. Go on, take a bite, sucker!
He did!
End of fable!
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JOE POEWHIT
(4/24/2009 7:02:00 AM) |
Poem captures well the depths of hate. The time of a trees growth and the years of finally baring fruit. The ending leaves an opening for finding the foe under the tree. Though was it forgiveness or death of the foe, that was the final question. As the Bible teaches, forgiveness is Jesus teaching.
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Sarah Moore
(3/11/2009 8:19:00 PM) |
i don't think the time it was growing would be painful for the speaker... plotting is half the fun of a satisfying outcome. i love this poem, it's one of my favorites.
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Danzen D.
(1/7/2009 6:46:00 AM) |
Anger...it truly is a poison tree. It grew and grew and ended up in a murder. A truth among us. But during the time the tree was growing, it must have been a very painful time for the speaker..
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Laury Wong
(12/8/2008 12:16:00 AM) |
like the rythmn, nice poem! !
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