Author: 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 water'd 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 veil'd the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
Type of Poem: Lyric Poem
Date Written: 1794-01-01
Date Published: 1794-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Anger, Wrath, Deception, Revenge, Poison
Source: Songs of Experience
Publisher: W. Blake
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A powerful poem from Songs of Experience that explores the destructive power of repressed anger and the consequences of deceitful actions.
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