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A Poison Tree, by William Blake
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A 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 water'd 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 veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

William Blake



Peckham Rye was an important spot in the imaginative and creative development of William Blake. When he was eight, he claimed to have seen the Prophet Ezekiel under a bush, and he was probably ten years old when he had a vision of angels in a tree. His biographer, Alexander Gilchrist, told the story: 'sauntering along, the boy looks up and sees a tree filled with angels, bright angelic wings bespangling every branch. Returned home he relates the incident, and only through his mother's intercession escapes a thrashing from his honest father, for telling a lie.' A month later, he had another vision of angels walking towards him through the rye. London's Literary Landmarks

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I suspect Peckham is the only part of London that can claim visions of angels at all, let alone in trees!

That's a lovely poem. Many thanks for sharing :)

Yes indeed. Take that Crouch End!

I am always thinking of poems that I'd like to post on here then I don't get round to it. You wouldn't believe how long it takes me to write a post (and look, an http link!). Next up, posting something longer under an LJ cut :D

Do you know the Petite Messe Solenelle by Rossini? I have become slightly obsessed by it. I especially like the original small scale version, which sounds like it could be performed on a street corner accompanied by nothing but a piano accordian.

It's one of those pieces of music that I would know if I heard it as J used to play it a lot (the music he plays goes in phases). I have a very bad musical memory so can never actually recall a piece until I hear a couple of notes, then I know I've heard it.

Take that Crouch End!

When I was a student I used to live in Crouch End or rather the cheap bit that was actually Finsbury Park but pretended to be Crouch End when it wanted to impress. I can confirm there are most definitely no angels to be seen anywhere in its vicinity!

Next up, posting something longer under an LJ cut :D

Yay! You can do it :)

I love this poem, it's very wise and beautiful. Thanks for reminding us of it. :)

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