Friday, 1 November 2013

Coming Back

Sometimes you just need to relax for a while and look back from the distance. And when the time come, you will write and let the others see a small part of your inner world. This is my time, and I am here again:-)



Morning! Morning! Burning bright....




 The Tiger 

by William Blake

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest 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 forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 

5 comments:

Photo Cache said...

welcome back. i'm really glad you are back to write your blog again.

Namnet said...

Thank you very much, I really appreciate it. I will have to catch up with your posts:-)

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Beautiful take on a lovely poem -- one I remember learning when I was in school (and didn't understand then, but sort of do now!). Wonderful sky!

Mary said...

Wow! Absolutely amazing! So beautiful!

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