El Viking Liberal

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Conociendo a Blake


The Tyger
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night:
What inmortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symetry
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thy eyes
On what wings dare he's spire
What the hand dare sige 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 fear
What the hammer? What the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp,
Dare it's deadly terrors clasp
When the stars threw down their spare
And scattered heaven with tears
Did he smile his work to see
Did he who made the lamb make thee
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night
What inmortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symetry.

1 Comments:

  • To see a world in a grain of sand,
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
    And eternity in an hour.

    By Blogger Destructor de Mitos, at 11:22 AM  

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