Work is frantic during the Holidays...and I didn't think much on anything...too busy!...but on coming home I read the online news about Pakistan...it's just getting worser and worser!
Xfiles is on...earlier NBA game and the after game talkabout...or BarkleyBlab!...seems everyone prefers talkabouts to walkabouts!
The Tiger story I'm following...hints as to how it happened...but the authorities are still trying to piece it together. I feel sad for the Father...who seems a fine fellow.
I like Blake's Tiger poem a lot...brb...I've been meaning to memorize some poems..even mine!..few do nowadays...memorizing poems...I've always had a difficult time memorizing...as most do!....maybe some song lyrics too...
The Tiger
by William Blake
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
In the Forests of the Night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant Deeps or Skies
Burned the fire of thine eyes?
What the hammer, what the art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Did He who made the Little Lamb make Thee?
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright,
In the Forests of the Night,
What Immortal hand and eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Now that's from my memory...and I've left parts out, and other things...like different spellings....actually...on looking at it...I kinda like it better without the other part about the anvil and the tears...but let me get the whole thing....
Oh...first here is the site I got pic at...
brb with poem...
TIGER, tiger, 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?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
DavidDavid
Tree in the Door
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