William Blake

What are your thoughts on ‘innocence’ and ‘experience’? How would you define these states? How close or distant are your ideas to Blake’s?

   Little Lamb who made thee  

         Dost thou know who made thee  

  Gave thee life & bid thee feed.  

   By the stream & o'er the mead; 

   Gave thee clothing of delight, 

   Softest clothing wooly bright; 

   Gave thee such a tender voice, 

   Making all the vales rejoice!  

         Little Lamb who made thee  

         Dost thou know who made thee  

 

         Little Lamb I'll tell thee, 

         Little Lamb I'll tell thee! 

  He is called by thy name, 

  For he calls himself a Lamb:  

  He is meek & he is mild,  

  He became a little child:  

I.  a child & thou a lamb,  

   We are called by his name. 

         Little Lamb God bless thee.  

         Little Lamb God bless thee. 

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, & 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 forests of the night:  

What immortal hand or eye, 

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?