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?
This is an interesting poem, William Blake is describing a tiger. In the beginning of the poe, he describes the tiger as an extremely scary and frightening creature; he then continues and asks himself why would God create such a beautiful and horrifying animal. When he says “Did he who made the Lamb make thee?” I believe he is doubting if all God makes is positive in this life. In my opinion, Blake mentions the Lamb as the antonym for the tiger, the lamb is a sweet and joyful animal which is associated with God through many texts, while the tiger is a dangerous creature. I see this poem as short and entertaining, and it is similar to “The Lamb” also written by him, yet the meaning behind them are polar opposites.