Poem a Day

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

-William Blake

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

-William Blake

Exuberance is beauty.

-William Blake

Great things are done when men and mountains meet; this is not done by jostling in the street.

-William Blake

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…And we pray, not for new
earth or heaven, but to be quiet
in heart, and in eye clear.
What we need is here.

-Wendell Berry

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Sorry for not posting yesterday. I was in bed almost all day, and I also had a ton of homework I needed to catch up on. I got to the site, but first there was some error, and then .. well at least I thought I clicked the publish button. So here’s two for today. :] Enjoy.