Poem!!!

The Tyger by William Blake (1757-1827)

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 or thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And what thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

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?

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

***

Thanx Alex!!!

Tigr na ulize...

Ya dolgo dumal otkuda

na ulize vzalsa tigr

Dumal-Dumal

Dumal-Dumal

Dumal-Dumal

Dumal-Dumal

V eto vremya veter dunul

I ya zabil, o chom ya dumal.

Tak ya i ne znau, otkuda na ulize vzyalsya tigr...