Day 98/20 – “The Tiger (William Blake)”

Thursday, 1 March 2007
Day 98/20 – “The Tiger (William Blake)”

Since it is a new month and I'm almost on Day 100 of my recovery I decided to change the look of the blog slightly. I hope you like it... more changes to come this weekend! Saturdays I normally do a post on a poem or a story I read that touched me or that I just find great reading. These posts are usually drug related. Since the weekend posts have moved to today and tomorrow I share with you a poem today that I have loved since my days at school...

THE TIGER
TIGER, tiger, 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 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