¡ tyger !

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright/ In the forest of the night, / What inmortal hand or eye / Could frame thy fearful simmetry? / 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 shoulders, / & 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 water'd heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee? / Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright / In the forest of the night, / What innortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake
Aunque William Blake pudiese pecar de demasiado romántico... leñe, hay que destacar su inmensa labor como poeta maldito, demonio del romanticismo e introductor del misticismo oriental a Europa. Sin él, los beatnicks no hubiesen sido los mismos. ¡ Larga vida al bocazas del espíritu ! ( ¡ Ah ! y la señorita que acompaña a Zappa )