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?

The Tiger, William Blake.

6 comentarios:

  1. hola soy el pesao de turno mu molon el dibu me gustan mucho los trazos y los ojos eso si que es poner un dibu a lapiz :P

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  2. jajaja, gracias xbeart, espero que quede bien en color, porque casi que lo dejaria asi.

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  3. Me encanta ese ¿rubio? cazador. Si no quieres dibujarlo podrias dejarlo solo en blanco y negro, tal vez quede mejor que todo a color.

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  4. mas adelante, aunque si adelanto que el cazador, sera rubio. saludos!

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  5. Beautiful drawing, and whoofy hunter! He comes across as serious and sexy.

    Curiously, I first came across this poem in a Spider-Man comic, of all things! It was during the (excellent) "Kraven's Last Hunt" story and, if I'm not mistaken, the writer had substituted "tiger" for "spider" on the poem.

    Best,
    J.

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  6. hehe, i didnt know that, to be honest i really like this poem, since the "origin" of wolverine comic book, were Rose read "the tiger" when logan is hunting with the wolf, i always liked the story, so did the poem.

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