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

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Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night
I sent this is my Grand son and he she it was *bad word* that I'll never say, and if she doesn't like then I don't like it! ! ! ! !
I love it i'm going to link this poem to my grand kids! ! ! :)
you people are smart
The use of questions, both rhetorical and lower order, is brilliant. To me they convey a sense of awe, wonderment, confusion, while also portraying an intellectual and spiritual struggle.
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