Mar 31
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
- William Blake
Back in school, “The Tyger” was just another poem on a page. I never truly understood what it meant.
It was only after witnessing tigers in their own forest: silent, powerful, and glowing, the poem revealed its true meaning.
In that moment, Blake’s words were no longer literature, but experience: the perfect balance of beauty, fear, power, and mystery.
Some verses are not meant to be learned in classrooms.
They are meant to be felt in the wild. 🐅🌿
