{"id":56788,"date":"2019-06-23T05:41:39","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:41:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56788"},"modified":"2019-06-23T05:41:39","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:41:39","slug":"56788","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/56788\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The poison tree by William Blake<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was angry with my friend:<\/p>\n<p>I told my wrath and my wrath did end,<\/p>\n<p>I was angry with my for:<\/p>\n<p>I told it not, my wrath did grow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And I watered it in fears<\/p>\n<p>Night and morning with my tears;<\/p>\n<p>I sunned it with smiles,<\/p>\n<p>And with soft deceitful wiles.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And it grew both day and night,<\/p>\n<p>Till it bore an apple bright;<\/p>\n<p>And my foe beheld it shine,<\/p>\n<p>And he knew it was mine,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And into my garden stole<\/p>\n<p>When the night had veiled the pole:<\/p>\n<p>In the morning glad I see<\/p>\n<p>My foe outstretched beneath the tree.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The stillness of the body if my foe<\/p>\n<p>Should have brought my body to glow<\/p>\n<p>Had it been sowed with a conscience<\/p>\n<p>That was not covetous like mine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>How much I long see him back<\/p>\n<p>But life once gone never come back.<\/p>\n<p>Why did U sow the seed of anger<\/p>\n<p>That charred both of us together.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I never wanted him to live<\/p>\n<p>Till the time he was alive<\/p>\n<p>Because anger was right there in my mind<\/p>\n<p>Gruelling what was suppose to bind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now I regret my poisonous anger most<\/p>\n<p>That took my friend so close<\/p>\n<p>Only because I refused him to respect<\/p>\n<p>More than my ego divine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The poison tree by William Blake &nbsp; I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath and my wrath did end, I was angry with my for: I told it not, my wrath did grow. &nbsp; And I watered it in fears Night and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1314,"featured_media":55337,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[3315],"class_list":["post-56788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-quatrain-poetrypoetry-marathonvarsha-madhulika"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56788","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1314"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56788"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56881,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56788\/revisions\/56881"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/55337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}