I usually like to post photos that either show an animal’s behavior or its habitat. With a creature as magnificent as a tiger, however, a simple head shot seems good enough. Of all the wild beasts I’ve seen around the world — gorillas in Uganda, jaguars in Brazil, polar bears in northern Canada — the tigers I saw in central India were the most spectacular and finest looking specimens of all. This lovely lady was resting in the dry grass of Bandhavgarh National Park, casually observing me and the rest of her mesmerized admirers.
As you know, Blake agrees with you, Sean. I read somewhere that this poem is by far the most well read poem in the language. Your beautiful tiger should travel with this poem.
William Blake. 1757–1827
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?
Well! What a great blog, Sean, artistic excellence along with literary delight! Your outstandig shot of tihs spectacular animal inspired one of your fans to quote from a master poet…..love that culture stuff so early in the morning!!!
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Wow… Magnificent!
As you know, Blake agrees with you, Sean. I read somewhere that this poem is by far the most well read poem in the language. Your beautiful tiger should travel with this poem.
William Blake. 1757–1827
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?
Nice Michael, as my Mom points out, good to bring a little “literary delight” to the blog.
Well! What a great blog, Sean, artistic excellence along with literary delight! Your outstandig shot of tihs spectacular animal inspired one of your fans to quote from a master poet…..love that culture stuff so early in the morning!!!
STUNNING!
Its amazing how something so beautiful can be so ferocious. I think us ladies take after tigers, don’t we?
Another beautiful photo!! 🙂
nice one sean,
Wow!