"The Tyger" by William Blake

insanepenguin's picture

I'm sure many of you have read this poem. I'm putting it here because I love it, and because I'm doing an analysis of the imagery in it. So if any of you want tohelp, feel free. I like poetry and all, but I pretty much suck at interpreting it.

"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 seize the fire?

And what should, and 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?


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I love William Blake!! Did y

I love William Blake!! Did you know he was a very devoted Christian who supposedly saw angels? He was very opposed to the institutionalised church and it's credo against love. He was married yet had many lovers, polyarmorous in the days when there wasn't a term for it. In addition to being a poet he was also an artist. In fact he's quite a big role model for me.

Children of a future age reading this indignant page know that in a former time love sweet love was thought a crime

- William Blake

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I've never really read his bio... he saw angels? and go him for not
liking the insitutionalized church and the credo thing
Ban ignorance damn it!