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    The poem describes the fearful symmetry of a tiger burning bright in the night forest and questions who could create such a creature. It explores the power and craftsmanship behind the tiger's heart and form through rhetorical questions.

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    The poem describes the fearful symmetry of a tiger burning bright in the night forest and questions who could create such a creature. It explores the power and craftsmanship behind the tiger's heart and form through rhetorical questions.

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    The poem describes the fearful symmetry of a tiger burning bright in the night forest and questions who could create such a creature. It explores the power and craftsmanship behind the tiger's heart and form through rhetorical questions.

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    The poem describes the fearful symmetry of a tiger burning bright in the night forest and questions who could create such a creature. It explores the power and craftsmanship behind the tiger's heart and form through rhetorical questions.

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    Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 

    In the forests of the night; 

    What immortal hand or eye,


    Dare 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, & what art,


    Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

    What the anvil? what dread grasp, 


    Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

    Did he smile 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, 


    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

    ***
    And when thy heart began to beat,
    What dread hand? & what dread feet?

    What the anvil? what dread grasp, 


    Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

    What the hammer? what the chain, 


    In what furnace was thy brain?

    When the stars threw down their spears 


    And water'd heaven with their tears: 
    A king did not die, a president
    was not acquitted, a balloon

    did not fly around the world


    in twenty days, at 84

    -
    -
    a doctor convicted of doctoring
    death? No, and no, nothing
    launched street to street
    in order to bring peace, or

    white, but no viruses named


    after women spread across
    the globe, and the Word

    -
    and if people prayed for war
    to become holy, those prayers

    unpredictable, that happened,


    and if anything else did,
    like shots fired at people
    mistaking the ocean for the sky?
    That year, the weather was

    the ground split open and


    the 17,000 who would die, let’s say,
    miraculously, they did not, not

    praying, no one heard them,


    in 1999, the year two lifelong
    enemies shook hands and said

    who loved and did not sink into


    the sea. Let’s not talk
    on the moon, the earth,

    and six billion who, for once,


    got everything right and not
    a single thing wrong.
    …………..
    “columbine” did not enter
    the consciousness of a nation.

    with white hair, Joe DiMaggio


    was not mourned. And air strikes

    about rampages, disasters,


    conflicts or coupes that never

    happened, except flowers purple


    the year before bloomed

    What about the bomb


    that made a mistake, or the famous
    son of a famous president
    went unanswered. In Turkey,

    lie about that? Let’s say


    the child from Cuba arrived

    there will be peace, but


    their palms never touched, why
    not an orphan but with his mother,

    ruined a perfectly good year


    during which the sun shined

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