no alarm and no surprises

Son iki satırı da benden

Aşkın Metafiziğini yazsam yeniden,
Niçe ümitleri sel alır gider,
Kimi Werther gibi sever gönülden,
Kimi Salome gibi el olur gider.
İFFAŞ-1996

Tiger

William Blake. 1757–1827

489. The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies 5
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? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 15
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? 20

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Merak

Sezi'nin blogunu buldum şans eseri başka bişey ararken, sonra biraz okudum ilginç geldi. Hatta yorumlar yazdım bi kaç tane. Sonra da bi tane de ben kurayım dedim. Yani hepsi meraktan.