Tiger Tiger

"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 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?

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?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? "

William Blake
1757-1827

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a drwing inspired on this grate photo [link]
yeah after, you see the original one th drawing doesn't looks too grate jo!

done with a common cheap black pen, i just wanted to try something different fro my usual style, and wanted to practice some realistic drawing, then i saw that foto and the rest is history

i heard that poem lots of years ago, i searched for it and discover it was fro William Blake, a poet that has been mentioned lots of times by ym friends lately jo! such a coincidence!