The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Sleek, slender, cracking whip
dip, arch, circle,
agile, quick, deceitfully frail,
Is the delicate Art of the tiger Tail...
Crouched in grasses - sun is sinking
food will come for evening drinking
silent - still - panting - thinking,
resting in the heat of sun.
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With unlocked eyes
and finally sure of her status,
she scrambles alongside the ones,
who've spent their days waiting...
Your clear song greets me at day's first peek.
Cheer, cheer, cheer, birdie, birdie, birdie.
Slumber retreats,
Yielding to a melodious strain.
Wolves howling towards the moon
Gray and dark
Sitting on a rock
Snow falling all around ...
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I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
Sleeping softly through the day,
Never making a sound.
Only seeming to wake up,
When the sun goes down,
Thump. thump. thump.
Her tail gently lifts up, and then falls back to earth.
She lies, curled in a ball by the window.
The sun shines down on her lustrous black coat.