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 water'd 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?
(William Blake)
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TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
definitely one my fav. lines describin this fierce beast walking the jungles ... i had a blog post which started with the same citation ... bt down the line i lost track of wat i was tryin to bring out ... n hence .. it's still undone :)
what would you do dear tigress, if someone who knows you, like most others dont, starts falling in love with you ???
Would you use your claws to scratch his face or use those deep piercing eyes, to delwe deep into his heart, to know the depth of his love?
I am intrigued !!!
Laxmi, if you have taken this pic, then buddy, very proud of you, i love photography and I feel thats a nice pic. Good one, Cheers . Gajanan
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