Bright burning Aura, Aura!
Night inside of the forest;
Eye or hand, what immortal
fearful symmetry could frame thee?
Skies what in distant deeps
eyes thine of fire burnt
on wings, aspire he dares
Fire what hand the hand dare seize?
Art what, and what art on shoulder
sinews of the heart twist and thy could
beat and beat when thy heart
dread feet, dread hand and what
What chain the-what hammer the-
brain, a furnace twas thy
grasp the dread and what the anvil?
Clasp and dare deadly terrors!
Spears threw down stars
tears water’d with heaven
See him smile at his work?
Thee make the Lamb smile, at making me
maybe?
O Bright burning Aura, Or a
Night inside the forest again:
Nor eye or hand, what mortal
fearful of symmetry would frame thee?
This was an experiment with one of Bernadette Mayer’s Writing ideas (http://www.writing.upenn.edu/library/Mayer-Bernadette_Experiments.html) on mirroring an existing poem, which I did hear (sort of) with Tyger, Tger by William Blake (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43687/the-tyger)
Image By Fritz Erler, 1897 (Deutsche Kunst und Dekoration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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