Wire_cat
Tiger Tiger!!!.....
One of the Beautiful Tigers at Whipsnade Zoo... My favorite of the Big Cats... These were very difficult to photograph through two layers of fencing.....
Another shot of him up on top of his platform, a couple of comments down the page.. (As I did it wrong the first time lol)
Explore #330 September 21st 09
And this is my Favorite Tiger poem......
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 watered 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?
The Tyger
William Blake
Tiger Tiger!!!.....
One of the Beautiful Tigers at Whipsnade Zoo... My favorite of the Big Cats... These were very difficult to photograph through two layers of fencing.....
Another shot of him up on top of his platform, a couple of comments down the page.. (As I did it wrong the first time lol)
Explore #330 September 21st 09
And this is my Favorite Tiger poem......
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 watered 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?
The Tyger
William Blake