It's a bit late for the silent poetry reading but for your literary edification I present:
The Tyger by William Blake (1794)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
There are 4 other verses (plus the first one repeated) but the first is the best. Reading the poem reminded me of a favourite childhood series of books by Willard Price (in particular Tiger Adventure). Perhaps Willard Price isn't quite up there with William Blake in the literary stakes (although he probably knew a damn sight more about tigers) but he does a similarly great job of showing the beauty and danger of these animals in the wild and he's right up there with David Attenborough in giving me a love of natural history.
From tiger hunting onto the equally hazardous occupation of pancake tossing.
No action shots of pancake tossing sadly as I'm in on my own this evening and self-portraiture does have its limits! Never mind, all the more pancakes for me.
* Or at least rotational symmetry.
1 comment:
I am so impressed that you managed to get a good sized pair of socks from the left over yarn. i really have been underestimating the yardage. :)
btw I think I should have a finished sock for you this evening!
ALSO Your yarn, assuming you like it, is drying as we speak. Sadly, it won't be dry enough for me to bring it this evening (though i'll bring a damp skein for you to check), but i could probably bring it to your office on friday, if that's good for you?
btw do you want it winding into balls, or left as skeins?
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