A Poison Tree by William Blake


One of my all time favorite poems by William Blake. The words to this, while simple, hold so much power. It is a poem of the greatest kind of revenge… karma. 

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 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

Who shall fall


My heart beats steady but does not feel
Teeth clenched, devouring, my humbled will
Your words spill out; I provoke you to enchant me
I smile, you smile… both so enticing
There’s an evil at play, it knows not where to linger
And a secret to unveil though it does not know the keeper
Desire dances on the tip of the tongue
Whispering soft lies of what is yet to come
Neither of us willing to bow in defeat
I fear, win or lose; victory shall fail to taste just as sweet