Poesia do dia: William Blake

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Hoje, lembro a vocês, um poeta do romantismo inglês, delicioso: William Blake. Foi um dos primeiros escritores desse movimento e, além de escrever, pintava, era tipógrafo e gravador.

Deleitem-se (deixei no original para vocês treinarem inglês).

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.