Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 26, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: The Tyger

by William Blake (1757 – 1827).

 

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                                           5

Burnt the fire of thine 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?                             10

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                                 15

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?                       20

 

Tyger, tyger, burning bright  

In the forests of the night,  

What immortal hand or eye  

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?  

 

Notes:

http://www.pathguy.com/tyger.htm

http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/blake/section6.rhtml

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgCVumXD2q8

 

 

 

 

 

 

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