I need a translation for the Poem, A poison Tree by William Blake??

Question

Basically what the poem means line by line would be fabulous. Thanks

Answer 1

Ah, c'mon. You can do this on your own. You understand AC DC-Thunderstruck, Down the the Sickness, and Mudvayne song? You know about needin a dose of "angry" music. You can do this little poem. Don't depend on other people to do your homework for you any more than you let them make your NFL picks for you. Or Wisconsin vs. Arkansas.

But, hey, the Gators just whupped Ohio State. They now hold two major national championships, basketball and football, for the first time ever. And the Democrats won both houses of Congress. God's in his heaven, / all's right with the world, as far as I can tell. So I'm in a good mood.

Such a good mood I'm gonna help you out.

Just read the poem, pretend it's you doing the talkin, put it in your own words.

Here's my readin. EXCEPT I'm gonna make one or two big mistakes. You gotta figure them out and correct them, or you'll still get it wrong and you ain't never gonna make it to the big leagues.

Suppose you just got really angry with somebody. If they're your friend, you tell em off; maybe you even yell at em. You explain why you're so angry. Pretty soon the whole thing blows over. You spoke your piece. That's the way you deal with a friend.

But some other guy, you pretend nothin ever happened. You keep your trap shut and hide it all inside. The longer you hide it, the worse it gets. You just get more and more angry, but you smile and smile and pretend there's nothin wrong, that he's your friend. Well, you're really treatin him like an enemy. "I was angry with my foe / I told it not, my wrath did grow."

Pretty soon you despise this guy. Your anger has got worse and worse, and you hatch a plot to do him in. The guy falls for it; he goes along with your plot. You smile and smile, and he believes you're his friend, so he falls right in line with your plot. And then your resentment builds and builds until it's ready to explode. Eventually you hate the guy so much that you grow a plot to destroy him. One way or another, you do him in. "In the morning, glad I see / My foe oustretched beneath the tree."

Now you can fill in the details.

The allusion that the poem is built upon is the way God told Adam and Eve to go ahead and eat that fruit from the tree of knowledge. It'll make you smart, just like me, he tells em. So they fall in with his plot, and the next thing you know, he's got em in his snare. They will suffer and die in a fallen world, and they know they're standing there naked before God Almighty.

Well, the guy in the poem lets his anger grow like the fruit on that tree until his foe eats it and falls down dead. The guy in the poem is playing like he's God.

That's it. But be sure to check out my version. It's got at least one BIG mistake in it. See if you can figure out what it is and what difference it makes in the way you read the poem.

Go Gators!

And go Wisconsin, too. It takes a good team to whup somebody from the SEC. Nine out of twelve SEC teams in bowl games. Six of em win.

And the Gators put Ron Zook's recruits together with Urban Meyer's coaching--and a whole season on the SEC treadmill, and guess what? They smiled and smiled for a month and didn't tell nobody how they felt about Ohio State saying they didn't even belong in the championship game.

Well, ya saw what happened: "In the morning glad I see / Ohio State stretch'd out beneath the tree."

Goooo Gators!

Answer 2

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 water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my 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 outstretch'd beneath the tree

Answer 3

try the google translate