A Poison Tree

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.

by William Blake

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the poison tree is great poem which has described the friends angry will be ended but foes angry will be never ended as poison tree
wheres the metaphor in this please help me
yo this poem is off the hook
yo this poem is off tha hook
The first two stanzas say simply that anger told to a friend puts the anger to and end, but nursing anger against a foe, hidden, causes his own tears and fears and leads him to deceitful conduct in showing a smiling face to his foe, and never revealing his anger. So, the anger causes a poison tree to grow in his mind; so his hatred poisons him but the resolution is puzzling;
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