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Blake’s Tiger Poem

A lil being has commented as to why there are no poems on this blog if I say I am a poet.¬† (I think I am half regretting¬† I wrote this as the title of my blog. ) May I reiterate that I am not a poet , at least not a prolific one, and I don’t really churn out poems for the sake of it. I did take a elective poetry writing course at school and the teacher remarked that one of the poems I wrote had some intrinsic meaning to it and that’s about it. (Maybe I need to attend a poetry writing course again before I can really get down to it?).

Anyway, I am including this poem by W. Blake as it is one of my favourite poems. I once recited a paragraph to a friend while I was having dinner with her in an Indian restaurant and she liked it!

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?

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