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
I love William Blake and this poem. It has such meaning displayed within complex yet simple worded imagery.
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Absolutely poignant. Thank you for sharing this. The poem holds so much, it will take reading several times to absorb it all, but well worth it.
Blake has been my favorite poet for four decades. Secular Blake aficionados, BTW, are far superior to religious & mystical ones. These people spoil the experience of everything.
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