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  • This is a my interpretation of a response to William Blake's poem "The Tyger". I hope you enjoy.

    You ask where my shape was cast
    Hammer strike both sure and fast
    In the hand that wrought my frame
    And drew my fearful symmetry

    Endless deeps, Unyielding skies
    Burnt the fire in my eyes
    Fleeting wing did he aspire
    Prudent hands do clinch the fire

    Heavy yoke and crimson pen
    Was my heart thread knotted then
    And when my heart began to beat
    Callus hand and mortal feet

    Rhythmic hammer, Sundered chain
    Warring fire wrought my brain
    Temper anvil, Ordered hand
    In held terror to command

    Star forged spears transfix the trees
    And heaven now a howling sea
    A smile at fine work he gave
    His hands both lamb and me were made

    You ask me where my shape was cast
    Hammer strike both sure and fast
    In the hand that wrought my frame
    Dare shape my fearful symmetry
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