Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Our Mid-Month’s Poet: William Blake

The Tiger by William Blake

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 watered 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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6 thoughts on “Our Mid-Month’s Poet: William Blake

  1. One of my favourites. When I was young my mother read poetry to me. I loved “tiger tiger burning bright.” And now knowing the meaning….

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  2. This is a great poem. I’m not normally a fan of the romantics (is that the right term for Blake’s work?), but I do like this poem. It always makes me think “That tiger’s gonna catch the whole forest on fire.”

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  3. Interesting to read these Songs of Experience with their counterparts of Innocence.

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