Archive for November 15th, 2011

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 waterd it in fears
Night & 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 outstretchd beneath the tree.
     —    William Blake
[This is a poem I stumbled upon.  It is not a “favorite” of mine, so I haven’t included it on my Poems page.  But it does strike a chord with me, particularly when I think of people holding in their feelings about things they can’t express (mostly because they don’t have the words to express the feelings).
I am aware there are misspellings in the work.  I have not corrected them.  I did edit the stanzas from 4X4X4X4 to 4X4X2X6.  I don’t usually do this for poetry, but I have in this instance.    —     kmab]
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2019 I Think Impeachment Is Another Test #45 Has Already Failed
2018 Second Chances – Rice, Now Trees
And Then You Have To Start Training Again
2017 Small Hands, Small Grasp
2016 Two Murrow’s
Election + 1 Week
2015 Not Mine, Anyway
2015 South By South East
2013 Don’tcha
2012 I Hear A Distant Thunder
2011 A Poison Tree

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