THE POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM – POEM #12

Here Blake wrestles with the inner struggles that friends present sometimes. And at times the resolution can have undesirable consequences. “A Poison Tree” sits at #78 on the Best 85 Poems.

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 its 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 outstretchd beneath the tree.

2 thoughts on “THE POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM – POEM #12

  1. Wow. This has been running through my mind since I read the poem this morning. Since I can’t silence it, I am writing it. I know this is no poem prompt, and this is really no poem…

    I am so thankful that my Foe spread His arms on a tree to make a friend of me, rose again from the grave, my once useless life to save. Thankful I’m not living still where the shrill of vengeance pierces heart like it did at the start.
    (Life is so much better without the hate.)

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