Tyger!Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night what immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symetry? In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes? eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat . . .
And when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand and 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 watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see?
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 symetry?
Tyger, Tyger
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squirrelygurl, 1 month ago
awesome poem, one of my favorites by him.
and i also just love the layout of this as well, you did a really good job on this one. :)
Brooque613, 2 months ago
Sweet! I love how you put this together.
:o)
stuperb, 3 months ago
fantastic!
Hanzla, 5 months ago
this is my favourite blake poem, and i like your funky wall paper! if your into poetry, why not check out my glogs?