Essays on Poetry IV

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So I just had this great shower to start the day like a dog in a chain. And found out the underbelly is sicker than it seems. And it seems ugly, but it can get worse. Because once you got a theory of how the thing works, everybody wants the next thing to be just like the first. [1]


The Tyger
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 sieze 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?
-William Blake
 
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K.Q.q/d²
A luz ilumina
O cavalo caminha
Cavalo Iluminado
Celular Quadrado

2 admirable thoughts:

{ Mochileiro } at: 13 July 2011 at 23:06 said...

To rindo dessas poesias em pt-BR

{ Chaves } at: 15 July 2011 at 15:24 said...

Bela rima.

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