A Poison Tree Poem by William Blake
Kakatiya University Warangal- Degree General English- Semester 1-unit 3 A Poison Tree 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 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. About the author William Blake (1757–1827) was born in England. He belonged to the Romantic period. He was a painter, printmaker, and poet. He is well known for his lyrical poems, "Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience." Blake remained very close to his mother and wrote a lot of poetry about her. Poems such as Cradle Song illustrate Blake’s fond memories of ...