Wednesday
28Nov2007
tyger, tyger
Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 11:16PM
It is the 250-year anniversary of the birth the great[est] poet, William Blake. Blake has a certain resonance on this blog. Can you tell what it is yet?
The Tyger
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Reader Comments (3)
Ah, the great man. And a Cockney to boot! Well, sort of...;)
I must create a system, or be enslav’d by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create—Jerusalem
ah yes. a stunning visionary.
Burn on brightly, Aaron!