Thursday, 23 July 2009

Blake,


tiger, tiger, burning bright,

in the forests of the night:

what immortal hand or eye

could frame thy fearful symmetry
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  1. Steph23 January 2010 at 19:26

    This is my ultimate favourite Blake poem, the art, the lyrical verses, the symbolism. It just never ceases to inspire me :)

    S

    http://thisisbritishyouth.blogspot.com

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