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?
William Blake - The Tyger
8 comments:
Wonderful combination of bloom and Blake.
I agree with Martin H .
perfect selection to go with your pics...those tygers are beutiful...we found some in teh alley beside my sons school yesterday...lovely.
I would love to see what you do with Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? :)
Good morning and happy day after Independence Day!
Your tigers are almost more beautiful than Blake's words. I often think that nature gets it right effortlesly, when mankind can only strive and struggle.
One of my favorite poems,
yet I never ever had thought of Tiger Lilies when reciting it - glorious, thank you! :-)
I hope you are enjoying the holiday!
I do love Blake's poetry -- and eve better if you can get hold of a book that include his own illustrations. Quite odd and beautiful.
Tee hee, Karen! ( I have a package of ground lamb in the freezer but somehow I don't think ...
Sigh-makes me want to run outside and read it aloud beside my tiger lilies : )
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