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threeseptembersandajanuary:

And I water’d it in fears,Night & morning with my tears;And I summoned 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 stoleWhen the night had veil’d the pole:In the morning glad I seeMy foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.
- A Poison Tree by William Blake
(Quite possibly my favourite poem by Blake. I loved studying this)

danceabletragedy:

RADIOLAB: Animal Minds

novemberists:

(by sleep/talk)

tintedrose:

John Teas