Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Bitter Berries

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.

A Poison Tree   By: William Blake


  1. Very very nice Rosemary.

    warm greetings from Holland, Joop

  2. Lovely winter composition Rosemary. The berries remind me of grapes but I'm presuming from your post that they are poisonous.

  3. Thank you so much and a visit to your blog showed me that you are in the middle of a hot summer, so opposite from us. You take beautiful photos :)


Thank you so much for your kind words :)


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