poem analysis

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 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.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole; in the morning glad I see,
my foe outstretched beneath the tree.

I like it because it is showing how the author felt and the author is describing the pain he felt. The pain a person feels and how he is thinking about his “foe” and his death. When he is telling how he feel’s about, this “foe” use to be his friend is sad because some one you trust is betray you and it hurts.

I think the author is telling that even friends can be trusted and make a true friend that won’t lie to you. I think that the author was embarrass by a friend and now they are enemy and don’t like each other.