2015 021-365 Little Tyger

Opal, our very own "Little Lion" (moggy), is pretending to be the Tyger for the Weekly challenge of Inspired by Poetry. The tiger was borrowed from an image taken at Marwell in March 2014.

Apologies to Opal and the tiger!

My favourite poem from childhood (and adulthood).

Treasure Hunt # 31 Inspired By

 

William Blake: 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.

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?

Done