# The Tyger Poem by [[William Blake]] first published in 1794 in *The Songs of Experience*, which I first came across in [[1995]] thanks to [[The X-Files]] ("Fearful Symmetry"). Also sang a choral arrangement of it once upon a time. Then became a special interest thanks to a study on polymaths in grade nine, which meant just digging right into the life and times of [[William Blake]] (which I absolutely picked thanks to [[The X-Files]] anyway because I will forever be that nerd…) > 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 seize the fire? > > And what shoulder, & what art, > Could twist the sinews of thy heart? > And when 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 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, > Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?