a poison tree

[bluemoon24]

* bir william blake şiiri. alegoriktir. bastırılmaya çalışan öfkenin, nefretin bünye üzerindeki etkilerini anlatmıştır şair.







ı 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 water'd it in fears,



Night &amp morning with my tears



And I sunned it with my 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 .