Here it is, another April. In honor of April, I would like to invite everyone to share their favorite poem throughout the month here on my blog, and I would like to open the blog up to a contest.
Those interested in winning three volumes of poetry–sorry the authors will be a surprise–please leave a comment below. I will put the names in a hat and then draw the winner on April 15.
I will probably hold another contest for the end part of the month as well. I hope we can generate a lot more interest in National Poetry Month this year.
I will start off with this poem:
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THE TIGER
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
IGER, 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?
