Thursday, May 24, 2012

Last Poem

I started adding poetry to my blog just for variety, but I think enough is enough. So, here is the final one. This is considered to be the most popular poem in the English language, based on the number of times it shows up in anthologies.

The Tyger

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?

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake
1757 - 1827


Lesley said...

This brings back memories. I studied this poem for O level Eng Lit nearly 40 years ago. I enjoyed reading it again:)

Marcy said...

I always liked this poem. thanks for including it.