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Dagbok - November 2004
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Söndag den 14 November 2004
Tiger, Tiger duDen här dikten får mej att minnas...Tiger, tiger burning bright In the forest 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 synews of thy heart? When thy heart began to beat, What dread hand forged thy dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dared its deadly terror clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile hiw work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger burning bright, In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
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