Saturday, April 4, 2009

Captain Austin and the Mcg Intellects



On Yahoo Answers today I stumbled across a poem and the question was to decipher the poem. Below is the poem and below that is my reply to his question.

A Poison Tree
by William Blake

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.

MY REPLY: italicized= poem bold= reply

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.


He was mad at his friend so he told him why he was mad and his anger disappeared. When he was angry with his foe and he didn't say why he was angry he got more angry at himself.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

His anecdote to cure his wrath or anger was tears. He cried night and day morning and night. But he didn't want his foe thinking that anything was out of the norm so he sunned it with smiles.

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 it grew both day and night meaning that the fake smiles continued until it became apparent to both of them what he was doing. And my foe beheld its shine and he knew that it was mine meaning that the foe looked right through his transparent and fake smiles.

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

And into my garden stole when the night had veiled the pole just means when the night had ended he did something and considering the poem is called the Poison Tree the reader is lead to believe that William poisoned the foe and he was happy when he found him that morning dead under a tree...

We played East today and won. I felt much cooler because I was wearing a sweatshirt that once belonged to the infamous George. (Not the Boy)

"Always Keep Them Guessing." -George

3 comments:

BRIAN SWEENY FITZGERALD said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GV9QmCpcu2A&feature=related

Sack said...

AUSTIN -- Where all the posts at?

corinne said...

i hate you austin adam sardoni!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!