Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Tiger Tiger.....

 
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest 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?





One of my all time favourite poems is Tiger Tiger by William Blake.
 



 



5 comments:

Nancy said...

OK, the tiger is awfully darn cute, but I am terribly distracted by the purple/white flowers. Very cool!

Tanya @ Bead and Needle said...

Laney - thanks for dropping by. I don't know how your blog escaped me, but count me as your newest follower. Lots of beautiful creative work here, I can see, from just this post...will be leaving here now, and checking out more. Happy Wednesday - Tanya

My Garden Diaries said...

Just beautiful! And that poem is outstanding! Your pieces are beyond inspiring! Wishing you a wonderful Thursday!! Nicole xoxo

bead addict said...

Great tiger bead. We know 'what furnace' he was made from! ;-)

Elaine Thornton said...

Loving the tiger, really cool flower beads. You are on fire, my lovely!!