Friday, December 31, 2010

TIGER, tiger, ...

...burning bright,  
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

tiger

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?

tiger

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?

tiger

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
(William Blake)

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