Tygur, tygur, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Whenever I think of this poem I say "tiger" "bright" and "night" funny, like, german pronunciation.
It's intense! You should read the rest!
Red ColErase, Graphite Pencil, Tea, White Gouache
4 comments:
We totally sang that poem as a song in middle school choir! It was my favorite. But choir... not so fun...
Love the drawing! Yay for the zoo!
radical.
OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HIM.
Mmm...tastes like William Blake. I really like this poem in collusion with his poem "The Lamb." Great work as always.
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