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?
Maverick Mist 
So majestic
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Thanks Miriam. 🙂
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Epic. Awesome verse
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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One of Blake’s best poetic composition . Thanks for a refresh .
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Thank you for the comment Veena. 🙂
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I’ve always liked this poem but I’ve also always been bothered by the lack of rhyme in the fourth and last lines. I don’t even see a sight rhyme. Everything flows so smoothly and is fun to read but then I stumble at those two lines.
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Guess he had trouble with the symmetry. 🙂
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Buona giornata amico 🙂
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Grazie. E ‘bello vederti bella amica mio. 🙂
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Love Tigers; so regal, proud and strong, Maverick.
Beautifully captured 🙂
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Thanks Carolyn. They are magnificent animals. 🙂
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I love that poem. Wouldn’t it be nice if humans still had that much respect for tigers? Nice picture of them looking regal.
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Thanks and I agree that humans could do better.
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Beautiful poem. My grandad used to read this to me before bed ❤
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Your grandad picked a good poem. Thank you. 🙂
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