A Poison Tree - Poem by William Blake

When I was younger, I read this poem (written below) and was quite intrigued by it. I memorized it and even though I had not repeated it nor written it for so many years, I still remember each word to this day! 

It clearly had an impact on me... the meaning however might differ from me to you.

If anyone is reading this... would love your thoughts on what you think this poem refers to - Would be interesting to see if a poem brings out the same meaning in each one of us, or if we differ in a huge way!

Let me know :)


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 outstretched beneath the tree.

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