...now on, I'll be walking home with Marie-Claire.' 188 Forever after 'I like this bit here,' said PJ. / was angry with my friend, I told my wrath, my wrath did end.' Marie-Claire snorted. 'Typical, Pauline, you always have to be cranky about something, don't you?'...

...presence of that which eventually emerges in any relationship that needs to change and grow. Confrontation "I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. " William Blake Fear of disappointing our partners, fear that we may be wrong, causing conflict and...

...weeds and can take over the landscape. William Blake, the nineteenth-century English poet, wrote: / was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. But the nature of the telling is as critical as the telling itself. If I speak of my anger angrily...

...the injustice over and over in Headmind. William Blake's poem 'A Poison Tree' springs to mind here: I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: Blake goes on to describe how the wrath continued to grow, 'watered in tears' and 'sunned' with false...

...visionary, eloquently reminds us that suppression can be lethal in his poem entitled A Poison Tree: I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...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...

...find this Tree But their search was all in vain: There grows one in the Human Brain. A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath...with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful...

...people seem only able to be angry, yet there are plenty of others who can express no anger at all. I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. ('A Poison Tree', William Blake, in Bronowski 1958) There are reasons why this happens. Alison, for...

...noxious weeds and can take over the landscape. William Blake, the nineteenth-century English poet, wrote: I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. But the nature of the telling is as critical as the telling itself. If I speak of my anger angrily...

...poured" ANONYMOUS Day: "The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God. WILLIAM BLAKE Day: "/ was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. " WILLIAM BLAKE Day: 'Beware the fury of a patient man. JOHN DRYDEN Day: "Do not weep; do not wax indignant....

...enough.' It is a characteristic of friendship that it can cope with anger, and even grow through it: I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.-0 The Church is the community of those have accepted Jesus's call into friendship, and so we...