A visit with William Blake

Poison Tree
Poem by William Blake
Set to music by Marcia Howard
As sung by Marcia Howard and Mary Black

I was angry with my friend
I told him so and my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told him not and my wrath did grow

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunnéd 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

Was a Poison Tree
Beware of a Poison Tree
Poison Tree
Growing inside of me

And into my garden stole
When the night had veild the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree

Was a Poison Tree
Beware of a Poison Tree
Poison Tree
Growing inside of me

Poison Tree
Beware of a Poison Tree
Poison Tree
What happened to you and me

The Watcher

September 30, 2003

Better the foe than the friend, I suppose. With a shrug…T, still in the robes of

XistDense

Excellent poem, thanks for sharing. (Of course, I surely had a different take on this than [The Watcher].)

Starr418

I love the new diary background, and the poem.

Ahhh…this is one I’ve sometimes quoted. Was Blake crazy in my 20s. Songs of Innocence and Experience. Good choice. Smiles & Hugs

laerima

mm interesting. loving the picture (and i too had a different take from The Watcher) hugs,

Hmmm – I needed to read this tonight. Gives a whole new perspective to a situation I found myself in tonight. Hugs,

noko

October 1, 2003

That Blake guy!

I like it