sábado, 7 de maio de 2011

The Tiger

Não sou exatamente um fã de poesia, mas gosto de alguns poucos poetas, entre eles Willian Blake. meu poema favorito é The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, mas como ele é excessivamente longo, resolvi postar aqui meu segundo poema favorito The Tiger, espero que gostem.


The Tiger


Tyger! Tyger! 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, 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 watered 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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