World Poetry Day


Today is world Poetry Day and this is my favorite poem I remember from the NCERT books in school

A few days back  , I went on to search this poem on the internet . The very line “What does the poet” intend to convey in this poem, sent me on a nostalgic ride .

I haven’t been able to understand the following lines  though

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 – 

Did his foe know that he hated him ? If he knew why did he eat the apple

If the foe didn’t know, he was tempted by the apple , knowing not that it was poisonous which killed him eventually

What do you remember of your English teachers. That they held notes, that they probably read this same poem  in their degree classes.

Probably they just had one dimension to the lines. Imagine if some one taught this  same poem today. Imagine the number of google searches you could do to get different interpretations

There was one version that said the foe never died.

What did you understand from this – my favourite poem from school

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.

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