The Tyger

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It was my first love.
It will always be.
I could taste the words rolling in my mouth even while I was silently reading it..
with the Tiger observing me the whole time.

- work in progress-

This poem is taken from 'Songs of Innocence and Experience' by William Blake

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 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 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?

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It will always be an inspiration for me, the fearful symmetry of the tyger.
It was not only a possibility but a risk too, to frame it.. still.. sometimes, you have to take risks.
You have to dare, if you want to achieve great things.

As Blake said:

What [..] Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What [..] Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?