A Tribute to William Blake

I have been writing poetry since I was 14, and it is all because of this poem, and another poem called "Songs of Innocence" by the same poet.. This particular poem has such a spectrum of inner meanings that each reading offers so much more.. it instills new poetic life into me. 






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 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?

Wolf's Cry

Cry! Hunting wolf -
Bare thy jaws at thy nameless prey..
For who shall dare to behold thee this night?
While there thou stand on moonlit glade
Thy hackled form shifting through
Degrees of reality..
Bathed in iridescent starlight
Thy fangs gleaming in a silvern glow
Thy grotesque eyes smoldering in feral rapture
Thy bloodlust cloaked in the cunning guise
Of mindless ferocity,
And ageless intellect.

Pathos of Awakening

From dusk to dawn spent on a velvet spread..
To what avail? ask I..
Dost thou recall thy thoughts envisioned?
Grave misfortunes dreamt, or Shangri-La?
Did Cataclysm, Death and Armageddon,
Smite thy world in one fell slash?
Or was thou roused from Erebus' vice
Rescued by the wrath of Reality?
Or didst thou witness the resurrection
Of Adam's kin once more
Into this carnage - Earth –
Thy fallen Paradise, thy weary Haven
Where Humanity is Humanity's Bane
Didst thou see thy God appear..
Or was thy sleep in vain?