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WORDS YOU FEEL Practice 2

Ludic and literary environment
SOCIAL LANGUAGE PRACTICE: Read poems.

By William Blake

A Poison Tree
by William Blake
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I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: outstretched (adj.):
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
extendido
wrath (n.): ira
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, foe
Glossary on
Till it bore an apple bright. wiles
And my foe beheld it shine. pages 92
and 94
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.

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