In section three of your work programme, i have introduced you to the men I regard, as possibly the greatest deliverers of descriptive writing…suffice it is say that  some were mad, some were bad and as you know Lord Byron was just dangerous to know! They have been named the ”big six” – and the animalistic imagery that comes to mind related to ”big six” , living in South Africa, is a topic for another time! Their encapsulation of a world filled with every sense explodes in their writing and they are often regarded as more prolific that any writers before or after them…aaahh, the true romantics. More of their poems and writings have been put to canvas (painted) than others before or after them…Why do you think so? (To clarify : I will discuss the literary concept of romanticism some other  time just for interest as it does not imply the notion of being romantic)

So getting to my point and to correlate my ramblings with the picture of the tiger in which you had to find 10 words and make meaningful sentence. William Blake wrote a poem entitled The Tyger, which contains vivid imagery (descriptions) of The Tyger, this is quite obvious at its most basic level. The poem, however, has far more significance and meaning than the imagery of ferocity.  I would like you to read the poem and then tell me what YOU think Blake was trying to create with the poem in no more than about 200 words.

Please DO NOT Google this. I am completely familiar with Blake”s work. I want to know what YOU think, not what the critics, biographers and academics think (I know already know what they think!)

Just to reassure you, i think students are awfully smart and that they (YOU in this case) think about things that the academics and critics have never even considered. There is NO right or wrong answer – there s just original thought…please post your comments on the blog.

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! 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, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & 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?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?