Friday, October 10, 2014

Poem of the Week: The Tiger

I've always loved tigers.  They are my second favorite big cat.  Hence this poem has been a favorite of mine for years.

This post is dedicated to my Tigress....



The 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 watered 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?



Miss Melody Muffin

3 comments:

  1. this plays an intriguing role in The Mentalist...and yes, it's pathetic that *that* is the reason I know about this poem. :P

    ReplyDelete
  2. I love this poem. Have you ever heard any of his other poems? Usually the lamb and the tiger go together.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Wow. Love the word-imagery in this poem...which, sadly, I only knew about because Calvin and Hobbes did a parody of it...I think.... :-P It's fun to find out the *real* words.

    Tigers have been a favorite animal of mine for most of my life (beginning with Hobbes from the afore-mentioned comic strip, LOL). In fact, they're my favorite Big Cat...with ocelots, snow leopards, panthers and jaguars vying for close second. ;-)

    God bless, and happy writing,
    ~"Tom"~

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

If you are commenting as Anonymous or Unknown, please leave your name in your comment.