Yesterday was Global Tiger Day, a day designated to raising awareness of the dwindling numbers of tigers now left in the wild.
I thought it appropriate as such to post a poem about tigers. This one by Blake is perhaps the most famous. If you'd like to read more poems on tigers, or their part in fiction, I've just finished a blog on them with my favourite selections at: http://a-blog-of-ones-own.blogspot.ie/2014/07/tigers-in-red-weather_33.html
The Tyger - William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night,.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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?
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