court métrage brésilien basé sur le poème de William Blake : "The Tyger"
The Tiger
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 sinews 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 terrors clasp ?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his 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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