Interesting comparison between William Blakewikipedia and Ted hugheswikipedia

Blake:The Tyger

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,
Would immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Dedicated to this girl whose name I don't know who became a Christian because of Blake and inspired me to read everything I could find in my book of English verse

Hughes:The Jaguar

The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.
The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strut
Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with his nut.
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and lion

Lie still as the sun. The boa-constrictors coil
Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or
Stinks of sleepers from the breathing straw.
It might be painted on a nursery wall.

But who runs like the rest past these arrives
At a cage where the crowd stands, stares, mesmerised,
As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged
Through prison darkness after the drills of his eyes.

On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom -
The eyes satisfied to be blind in fire,
By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear -
He spins from the bars, but there's no cage to him

More than to the visionary in his cell
His stride is wildernesses of freedom
The world rolls under the long thrust of his paw
Over the cage his horizons come

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One Comment from the days before spam:

Bobby Opp wrote:
I love the poem The Jaguar, by Ted Hughes. It explains of a life behind bars; of a wild life tamed and desensitized by the artificial realm in which it resides. All the other animals, submit to the decay of time. Friend and foe alike bound by time in cells of painted walls and alien atmospheres. Time in a cage itself is its own decay.