A Poison Tree

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.

So first I noticed that this poem rhymed; it has an abab pattern. Then there is four stanzas that consist of four lines each. Nothing structurley stuck out to me. I noticed that the auther used some colons and semi-colons but other than that I didn't see much.

I liked this poem because it reminds me of what my mother always tells me: that if I have a problem with someone that I need to confront them and not talk behind their back because it only makes it worse.

"I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow."

I love this because it is so true! It is a lot easier to confront a friend who you are more confortable with than a person who you are less confortable.

I really enjoyed this poem.