The Poison Tree

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 sunnèd 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.

-Wiliam Blake

I feel bad for his foe...

Well, this is one of my favorite poems. We had to write an analysis of this poem in English a couple of months ago. It's really interesting with the apple, the anger, and the weird guy who wants to kill his friend. William Blake writes a lot of crazy poems (we learned that he went through a lot of agony in his life) but they're all amusing and they actually make analyzing poems fun.