Sunday, December 30, 2007

Poetry, poison and politics

I've been listening to some of William Blake's poetry on a CD over the holiday period. This one always brings politics at its worst into my mind (especially the 'soft deceitful wiles' part).

A 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


  1. I just stopped by to say that I love William Blake, so thank you :) Also, I think what you're doing here is fantastic... I'll be back to read more :)

  2. Thanks for the encouragement zo!!

    Blake's work is inspirational.

    I look forward to future comments -maybe you could add a poem ot two (there are some good ones on your site)?


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