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, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
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?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
[end note: William Blake may be turning over in his grave at this point, but I mean no disrespect to his brilliant prose. Model credits to Bethany for being my “tyger”. For those still confused: Poetography is the art of putting images together with poetry to illustrate the words. It is meant to be vague and inconclusive. So go ahead. Create your own reality. These are meant to be short series illustrated stanza by stanza.]