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 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?

by William Blake

Comments (111)

I've just re-read this and got a better understanding. I've answered my previous question. Sending lots of warm wishes. Beautiful poem. 🌞
Your self, may be nice/I then sing like a dove/I am now in love.....captivating expression! A magnificent piece of poetry! My great pleasure reading it again and again! An invaluable piece of poetry, a timeless creation sir! This is indeed one of the best poems of yours!
Lovely poem. I just wondered about the line that says, (put book in the shelf...) ? Were you in love with the pretty girls in the book?
It happens when your inner self trembles like a lute string at the sight of a beauty.Bonanza to the humanity is your marvellous poetry.Man may see or man may go, quiet flows the river of beauty,
I adore poems about love. It's great to see how differently everyone explains how love feels to them......
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