National Poetry Month, Day 6: William Blake

My four-year-old son requested this poem today.

photo-11The 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?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

–William Blake




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  1. LaReesa, John and Zach

    I did Zach a disservice as a child by never reading him this. I just forwarded it to him by e-mail. I’ll let you know what he says (when prompted of course).

    Big hug, LaReesa LaReesa, John and Zach


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