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
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?
November 29th, 2009 at 11:38 pm
*Tyger
November 30th, 2009 at 12:40 am
Brilliant.
On CNN.com, a dude said “either Tiger tells us, or TMZ does”.
November 30th, 2009 at 1:00 am
that tiger went tiger! (c) chris rock
November 30th, 2009 at 1:02 am
she slightly cross eyed and got them DSLs – i would smiznash
November 30th, 2009 at 8:41 am
Hit me! Jab Me!
Make me say I did it.
Blood on my sport shirt
And my tan suede shoes
– Langston Hughes, from “Third Degree” from…
THE PANTHER & THE LASH
November 30th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Tiger=OJ-2009
December 1st, 2009 at 2:38 am
Cheating on a white women, with a white women, domestic violence, crashing Cadillacs, Tiger’s letting his Black side show these days. All he needs now is a pack of Newports & an affinity for Grape soda.
December 1st, 2009 at 11:28 am
Well done D.
December 1st, 2009 at 6:40 pm
lovely ode to a man who fought being black his whole life who is about to feel what’s it’s like to be looked at like a common negro…