Tyger! Tyger!

It has been a while since 'Jasmin', that is how I named my friend the cat, came to visit... I miss her even if she's the type to ignore me until she feels like she wants some attention...

She reminds me of my friend Carolina who has always loved cats. When we were kids, she had two: Lady and Othello. Othello and I didn't always see eye to eye... I think now I would be able to appreciate him more!

Carolina's affections for felines runs so deep that when we had to prepare an anthology for one of our courses this one had to make it! I wonder if I still have it at home...

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 heaving in their tears,

Did he smaile 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?

William Blake (1794)