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 shoulder, & 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 water’d 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?
Funny you should post this just as I got through re-watching “Burning Bright”, a grossly underrated film IMHO.
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Serendipity.
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Just going through more of your stuff to get a better grasp. This is brilliant
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I studied this in English lit class 👍 Blake could do it all.
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And it was Nobody’s favorite writer (Dead Man)…
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Gotta watch that again. Been too long.
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“Stupid fucking white man.”
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Yay! It’s on HBOmax!
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I only have Netflix. But I can find it online. Finding the time to watch it is more the issue.
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