The Tiger – William Blake

The Tiger – William Blake

Siberian Tiger

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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?

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10 Comments

  1. I love this poem. I just read it aloud to Baby. It took me back to 9th grade when I read it in Honors English class for the first time alongside The Lamb.

    Visiting from our last day of 31dbbb – Congrats on completing it!

  2. love this poem!!! so glad you took the 31 day challenge with me! look forward to sharing more with you on thursdays for our review of the challenge and new things!!
    can i get a woot woot for all the the work! oh, yes you can! congrats!!
    *shelley

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