Welcome to National Poetry Month...
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:
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?
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