The Tyger

Tiger

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 sieze 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?

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~ Poem "The Tyger" was written by English poet William Blake in the contrast to "The Lamb" and published in his poetry collection "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" in 1789.

* Painting "Tiger", colorized vintage illustration, PD.

Variety of living beings is amazing! Strong and meek they have their mission. The same as our qualities are different to make our work the best.

The world filled only with tigers and their "fearful symmetry" would be not complete. And also if there would be only lambs with the "clothing of delight".

So enjoy your life purpose!.. Value who you are.

© Katia Marynowska

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