The Tiger - William Blake

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, & 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 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? 

 

  - William Blake

    1794

I really like this poem, I think that it's beautiful. This man is obviously speaking of God when he mentions praises the tiger and his creator. Bringing the up the wonder of many minds in the past and present at the striking differences in the creatures of creation. The lamb and the lion, the angelfish and the shark, the deer and the wolf. In his amazement with the tiger he also expresses his amazement in his creator. And he wonders if God is as impressed as he is with the largest cat in the world.Which , by the way, is not the lion, as many would assume. (;