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Saturday, October 14, 2006
-6:23 PM
A Poison TreeI was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:Itold it not, my wrath did grow.And I water'd 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 stoleWhen the night had veil'd the pole:In the morning glad I seeMy foe outstretch'd beneath the tree. William Blakecan you believe that sheila actually liked a poem. so shocking. hahaha. actually this poem is like my end-of-year lit. exam poem. but i think its really really cool. and i could actually understand it. unlike the rest. heee.