To coincide with Tiger Woods' return to competative golf at the Masters this weekend, and in order to create a somewhat tenuious link, the latest entry in my anthology is William Blake's The Tyger...
The Tyger 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 watered 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?
Andrew
2 comments:
That's only a tiny bit tenuious!
Hee-hee! Well, I've been meaning to blg that for a while, so really didn't need the tenuous link, but it all adds colour!
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