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The Tyger
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Tyger

Poem By William Blake

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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Lovely poem. It is hard for us to reconcile that the One Who made burning eyes of a Tyger also made sweet innocent eyes of a lamb. Though hard to accept our peace lies in recognizing it. Or knowing that questions can never be answered.
The poet has use the technique of rhetorical questions in order to emphasize some facts. Could imagine so many things.
That’s good
Where is the summary
A memorable consideration of the tiger, burning bright in the night. The first stanza and the last one are the same- very effective as rhetoric. Again, Blake asks many questions and they are rhetorical questions for effect, not for answers. Good contrast between the fearful, dangerous tiger, and the Lamb (of God) . Did the God of goodness create the menacing tiger? If so, why?