POEM REVIEW| THE POISON TREE BY 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








           The persona (speaker) is presenting two scenarios. In the first,he is angry with his friend,he tells him and his anger fades (the power of communication). And then he is angry with his foe,he didn't say a word about his anger and his anger grew and grew,fuelled by his fear and deceit of his anger. His anger continues to grow and it turns into an apple. His foe notices the apple and likes it so one night,he sneaks into the persona's garden to steal the apple. The next morning,the persona is happy to see his foe lying dead under the tree that bore the apparently poisonous apple. End :). I'm not really a poetry lover but from time to time I find some poems I really like. A sensible person would learn something from this poem,I hope you do.

   With Love From Ms Lhurve,Always Keep The Faith