I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
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Snake is snake though I nourish it with milk and banana! - Tree if I nourish the thorn of tree I will be bitten by it oneday! - poision is poison though I eat with sweetmeat!
The relation ship with the friend and foe different circumstances and end result a beautiful poem
A philosophical poem full of meaningful insights. Classic poem by William Blake
Beautifully crafted poem imbued with wisdom. Timelessß ß
Pathetic to think I could be really anything else than my enemy
Continued: His paintings and poetry have been characterised as part of both the Romantic movement and 'Pre-Romantic', for its large appearance in the 18th century. Reverent. Enjoyed this poem, true philosophical and loveliest worded.5 Stars full
Blake is held in high regard by later critics for his expressiveness and creativity, and for the philosophical and mystical undercurrents within his work. of
Wow what an enthralling poem to read full of enthusiasm.
A timeless poem imbued with wisdom. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.
This poem shows how Blake with simple words can give a poem such deep and poetic meaning. All the words are understandable yet the meaning is profound.
I have nothing to interpret because I am insignificant and incompetent to put comments on your poem! I have already relished your masterpieces in my PG classes.. Great
His visual artistry has led one contemporary art critic to proclaim him 'far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced'.Congratulations being chosen as The Classic Poem of The Day by Poem Hunter and Team. Gorgeous!
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. So aptly worded by the great William Blake! 5 Stars full on Top! Have enjoyed this enormously, the famous poet with his extraordinary love for belief.
A poem of great depth Imbued with wisdom.Brilliantly crafted.
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. Simply facts which lead the reader to the psychological depths. tony
Found out about this poem from Devil May Cry. Now I've read all William Blake's and Dante Alighieri's poems and books and all DMC series makes more sense.