Un Arbre Empoisonne. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
Un Arbre Empoisonne. (Translation) .
J'etais en colere avec mon ami:
J'ai exprime mon courroux, mon courroux a fini.
J'etais fache contre mon ennemi:
Je ne l'ai pas dit, mon courroux a cru.
Et je l'ai arrose de peurs,
La nuit et le matin de mes larmes;
Et je l'ai fait ensoleille de sourires,
Et de ruses douces et malhonnetes.
Et il a cru le jour et la nuit,
Jusqu'a ce qu'il ait produit une pomme de terre lustreuse;
Et mon ennemi l'a vu briller,
Et il savait que c'etait le mien,
Et dans mon jardin il est alle en secret
Quand la nuit avait voile le poteau:
Le matin content je vois
Mon ennemi etendu sous l'arbre.
- 'A Poison Tree'. William Blake(1757-1827) .
The poet got angry with his friend; he spoke about it to him, and his anger ended. Then he got angry with his enemy and, for whatever reason, he could not express his anger to his foe. His anger kept growing and he watered it with tears and smiled on it. He grew deceitful in growing a metaphorical tree of anger, which bore a bright apple. His enemy saw the apple and stole in one night to eat it, but it was poisoned, and it killed him. The poet is glad to see his foe outstretched under the imaginary tree.
There is a still-relevant moral here. It is better to express your anger, to a friend or enemy, and you should be furious no more-if the two of you can agree on the cause of distress and who is to blame. I have found, though, that it is hard or impossible to sort things out with someone you dislike or even hate. Even with a friend, it may not be easy, depending on your negotiating skills.
A famous poem, rightly so.
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