The Tiger

The book I’m currently reading is In the Forests of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. It started out with a poem that I just had to share with all of you.


The Tiger

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 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 watered 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?

William Blake

Roses

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet,

And life used to be, too.

But now the roses are wilted,

The violets are dead.

My life is unhappy

Now that you’ve taken her instead.

I thought that you loved me

But now that I know you don’t.

I’m sad and unhappy

All I do is mope

She is pretty and sweet

Like roses should be

But this violets unhappy

Since you had to leave.

I will always be faithful

I love you that much

But this heart won’t be yours

Until I trust you enough.

She loves you now

But what about then?

Will she love and care for you

At lives bitter end

If you come back to me now

Be ready for a fight

My heart has just mended

From the dark to the light.