Today is William Blake’s birthday, he was born in 1757.
He’s dead of course, but his impact on the world of literature lives on.
Poet, painter, and printmaker, he influenced the Romantic and Pre-Romantic eras of literature.
He was hostile to the Church of England, but believed the Bible.
Most of his contemporaries considered him mad.
You may remember this from Senior English!
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 sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of they heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? What dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was they 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 forest of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame they fearful symmetry?