i thought i'll keep my side of the promise and read a poem which i'll like to Share with you all,
its my fave one of his, its called 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 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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now poetry is kinda new to me still, so i wouldn't be confident in explaining this all meant especially to me, but here a link of Ed friedlander explaining the hidden meaning simply and beautifully.
here is picture of the original work of the poem, i wanted to point out the crossing out of words, and black out lines, as he carefully choose his words, (it reminds me of the saying nine thoughts to every word) also that fact the poem begins towards of this paper, he draws a separate line and begins anew like inspiration just hit him,as he was writing another poem.
Til next time,
Sebby
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