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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: average joe who wrote (2063)	12/2/2004 1:23:34 PM
From: Jill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

I guess I qualify here, having a poem in this fall's issue of Borderlands, a literary journal published by the Texas Council on the Arts. But I wouldn't post my own stuff here and I only write a few poems a year at most. So I will post an old favorite: 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 thy fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And why 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 grasp? 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? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake.