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Big Cat, Little Cat, Nashville Cat
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 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?
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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4 Comments
1. Helen Losse replies at 22nd June 2007, 10:51 am :
Great poem. Blake was one of the first poets I truly loved.
2. sherry replies at 22nd June 2007, 1:13 pm :
Blake is a truly fascinating man, Helen. I love his drawings.
3. Rebecca Clayton replies at 24th June 2007, 7:19 am :
Every cat ever presented with a guitar case seems to become a Nashville cat, even if he can’t get to the fuzzy lining inside. Accordion cases, equally fuzzy, seem less magnetic. I wonder why.
4. sherry replies at 24th June 2007, 8:12 am :
Fascinating, Rebecca. How did you come by this bit of arcane cat knowledge? Do you, by chance, play accordion?
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