Happy Lunar New Year, folks!
Here are the last two stanzas of William Blake's "The Tyger" (Songs of Experience, 1794):
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?
Enjoy Black Queen libations, or some handy equivalent. Many happy returns, and salud!
Today's Rune: Initiation.
5 comments:
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I thought only Strohs beer was referred to s tiger piss? May you spend the next year not only running with the tigers but leading the pack.
One of the few stanzas that stay with me.
Erik, that poem was written in 1974? Go Tigers! And cheers to you too!
That Blake was some cookie monster,no?
I especially like the Rose poem.
So many levels.
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