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A Poison Tree by Blake William

Hello! Now I will tell you about one of the great poem from a great poet. His name is William Blake. William Blake was born in November 28th 1757 at London, England and died in August 12th 1827. William Blake is also an artist in Renaissances. The poem that I want to tell you is A Poison Tree. A Poison tree is published in 1974 as a part of Song of Experience collections.

                This poem tells about a person that has anger. Anger is complicated thing. You have to know how and when to keep it or unleashed it. In this poem William Blake tells that Anger could make a different. Right from the start William Blake tells that when he has anger with his friend it was easy. Just tell him and the anger is gone. But different thing is when he has anger with his foe. Anger with his foe did not end with just tell him. So he keeps his anger and the anger did grow.

                In the second stanza William Blake tells how the anger grows. He watered the anger with fears and tears. He sunned it with smiles and lies. So he tells how his anger grows into something. What the anger needs to grow is tears, fears, smiles and lies. Then the anger becomes something.

                The next stanza, William Blake tells that the anger grow at day and night. Then he analogy the anger that grow as a tree. Anger that grows day and night bore an “apple”. This line means that the anger that he keeps bore something. The next line he tells that his foe know the “apple”. His foe knows that he has anger with him.

                In the Last Stanza it quite clear that William Blake could not hold his anger anymore. So he sneaks up to his enemy garden and kills him. It is a metaphor that he killed in the tree same as his anger that likes a tree.

In my opinion this poem is wonderful even though with the gloomy ending, however, William Blake analogy about the anger like the tree is genius. Sometimes when we had anger to someone we could not control it, so this is what happens to us. The anger that we didn’t said is become a tree that watered with fears and tears and it sunned with smiles and soft lies. One day it become a tree that bore an apple.

Fadil Muhtadin/16202241079