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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.

William Blake



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🌹❤️ No Men Are Foreign 🌹❤️

  Have you ever thought of some people as strange or other countries as foreign? We have many ways of thinking of other people as different from us as them. They may belong to a different country, or speak a different language. In this poem, however, the poet reminds us of the many ways in which we are all the same — for we are all human


Remember, no men are strange, no countries foreign

Beneath all uniforms, a single body breathes

Like ours: the land our brothers walk upon

Is earth like this, in which we all shall lie

They, too, aware of sun and air and water

Are fed by peaceful harvests, by war’s long winter starv’d

Their hands are ours, and in their lines we read

A labour not different from our own

Remember they have eyes like ours that wake

Or sleep, and strength that can be won

By love. In every land is common life

That all can recognise and understand

Let us remember, whenever we are told

To hate our brothers, it is ourselves

That we shall dispossess, betray, condemn

Remember, we who take arms against each other

It is the human earth that we defile

Our hells of fire and dust outrage the innocence

Of air that is everywhere our own

Remember, no men are foreign, and no countries strange

    🌹❤️ "James Kirkup" 🌹❤️



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  🌹❤️ " As soon as I could Speak "🌹❤️

As soon as I could speak - I was told to listen

As soon as I could play - they taught me to work

As soon as I found a job - I married

As soon as I married - came the children

As soon as I understood them - they left me

As soon as I had learned to live - life was gone

🌹❤️ "Debbie Carnegie" 🌹❤️

 



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