Wednesday, March 16, 2016

burning bright

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?

{The Tyger, by William Blake}


  1. I love this poem! In the commons area of the little learning community I attend at my school, someone wrote the first line of this poem on the announcements white board, but wrote it incorrectly. >.<

    xoxo Morning

  2. This used to be one of my favorites. Actually what am I saying it still is. The picture goes so beautifully with it, too.

    1. I love it too. Glad you like the picture. :D

  3. Very intense poem. Excellent, short sentences with punch.

    1. I love how tight all the wording is. :)

  4. I've never read this poem before! I'm glad that you have shared it-I really enjoyed reading it.
    -Jollygirl @ Reflections of a Jolly Girl

    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

  5. Also have never heard this poem but I like it!