...it names an anger that broods and is nurtured. William Blake's "A Poison Tree" captures orgizomai: I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears 40 First Week of Lent Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles. And with soft deceitful...

...nursed it and it grew into a tree. He is happy to find his enemv has stolen an apple and died from it. 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...

...swaddling bands: Bound and weary I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast. XJR A Poison Tree 1 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...

...difficulty can be broken down into its different parts. SELF QUESTIONS Here is a poem from William Blake: I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. This appears to propose a 2 x 2 box involving the two dimensions of (1) friend/enemy; and (2) tell-reveal/not...

...difficulty can be broken down into its different parts. SELF QUESTIONS Here is a poem from William Blake: I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. This appears to propose a 2 x 2 box involving the two dimensions of (1) friend/enemy; and (2) tell-reveal/not...

...of best practice in breaking bad news to patients. Nurs Times. 2004; 100: 28-30. The angry patient 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 (1757-1827), Songs of Experience Introduction Anger may not seem to be the most appropriate...

...like gathering storm,/Nursing her wrath to keep it warm."66 The mystical Blake puts it another way: 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.67 Blake's lines remind us Jesus said to leave the gift at the altar and seek reconciliation with...

...consequences of ignoring it rather than confronting it. A Poison Tree I was angry with my friends: 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 and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful...