*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 seize the fire ? *
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart ?
**
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ?
William Blake
Voilà un charmant petit poème, en bel et ancien anglais, qui me rappelle l’été que j’ai passé à Mississauga, en banlieue de Toronto, en 1998…