I came across this poem recently and remembered loving Blake in high school.  His poetry sounds so sweet and simple, but always manages to touch on the darker side of human nature.  That’s what really makes it unforgettable, to me.

And this poem especially appeals to me because people so often say that when you’re angry you should “sleep on it” or take time to cool off.  That’s true, of course, but a lot of times for me, the longer I wait and stew over something, the madder I get.  For me, it’s usually better to deal with it sooner instead of later!

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 & 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 veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

~ William Blake