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Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright


A pic from a couple weeks ago when I played with some baby tigers in Chiang Mai, Thailand. It made me think back to fourth grade when we had to memorize the following poem by William Blake: 

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 sinnews 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?

And 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?

 (Wow, can't believe I just typed it from memory!)