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 the garden stole When the night had veiled the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Another poem I grew up enjoying, I had a lot of foes...friends who were what I would call, part time friends who would pick on me when their cool friends were around. This poem made me stop hating them so much lol
Blake was certainly a master. thanks for reminding me of that dusty tome on the bookshelf...i shall have to dig it out
Ladyjjeast, Norfolk, England UKSep 25, 2010
Thanks for posting this Soquiliquay Afraid unlike Gashly, never heard of this poet, and will enjoy finding some more of their work. Shame I didn't have it to hand when I was at High School..
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Afraid unlike Gashly, never heard of this poet, and will enjoy finding some more of their work.
Shame I didn't have it to hand when I was at High School..
Ljj