"The Tiger" - By William Blake
Graphic courtesy Tom Rynders
In memory of my old high school English teacher, Betty O'Brien
who convinced me that some poetry was worthwhile, I have included
a little corner here where I can include some of the poetry I
have found of interest. Right now the corner is small but there is
room to grow.
"The Tiger" - By William Blake
Graphic courtesy Tom Rynders
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fires in thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart begain 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 the 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
Does frame they fearful symmetry?