ART SUNDAY - WILLIAM BLAKE

“Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.” - William Blake

A Poison Tree
This poem was published in Songs of Experience in 1794

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 veil'd the pole:

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

William Blake (November 28, 1757 – August 12, 1827)