Friday, December 30, 2005
 
Wow, I Though He Was Dead Already
Mourn a moment with me for the recently departed poet: 'Tiger' creator Blake dead at 87

I was under the impression that WIlliam Blake had died a long time ago, but you know how colleges are these days, imparting the young with bad information. Let's eligooglate the man with his most famous work:
    The Tiger

    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 watered 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?
No, I didn't click through the headline on CNN.com. Why do you ask?


- posted by Brian J. @ 11:26 AM
Comments:
Have you ever heard of the band "Blake Babies"? You guessed it.
# posted by Blogger bucci : Monday, January 02, 2006 1:59:00 PM
 


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