The tiger (William Blake)

November 16, 2007 Comments Off on The tiger (William Blake)

The tiger (William Blake)

TIGER, tiger, 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 and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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 water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Those who think they know me, probably don’t judge me as the poetic type. And when it comes to producing poetry, they’re right. I love to read poetry though. And this wonderful moment in Ranthambore National Park in India where we saw this Tiger walking past our open jeep was truly magical. Only the best poems describe the utter beauty of this wild animal. Seeing it in its natural habitat was a major highlight of the trip.

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