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1. Be respectful.
2. Treat everyone as an expert.
3. Just because an approach is different doesn't mean it's incorrect.
4. Mistakes are important.
5. Give people the space to try new ideas.

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1. Arrange the lines of the poem in a way where the rhyme scheme doesn't stay the same. (Write the letters of your arrangement.)

2. Find 2 arrangements of the poem where the rhyme scheme does stay the same. (Write the letters of your arrangement.)

3. How many total possible ways are there of rearranging the lines of the poem?

4. If you randomly rearranged the lines, what is the probability that the rhyme scheme would stay the same?

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foe: enemy

outstretchd: outstretched, laid out

waterd: watered

"when the night had veiled the pole": in the middle of the night

wiles: something used to trick someone

wrath: anger or hatred

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I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

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 -

When the night had veiled the pole;

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Submitted by tsitpirc on Sat, 10/01/2015 - 07:04

Con un amigo me he enojado:

Se lo conté, ya me ha pasado;

Me ha enojado un enemigo:

Se lo callé, con ira sigo.

Y fui regándola en temores,

En puros llantos y terrores,

Y asoleándola en sonrisas

Que al fin produjo una manzana,

Y al advertirla aquél un día

Volvió furtivo y resoluto

De noche, por comerme el fruto;

Y a la alborada, en mi huerto,

Dichoso yo de hallarlo muerto.

Submitted by tsitpirc on Tue, 13/01/2015 - 05:05

Last edited by tsitpirc on Wed, 25/02/2015 - 07:43

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William Blake - A Poison Tree lyrics + Spanish translation (Version #6)

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I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. 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.

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And he knew that it was mine

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Till it bore an apple bright

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I was angry with my friend

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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 waterd it in fears
Night & 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 outstretchd beneath the tree.