I didn’t know a lot about William Blake when I decided to learn “The Tyger” By Heart, just this poem and his painting The Ghost of a Flea. But as often happens when I set my mind to learn a thing, the thing suddenly seems to be everywhere. And so a poetry collection about trees, led me to a poem by Nancy Willard, which led me to her picture book of poetry titled A Visit to William Blake’s Inn: Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers that won both the Newbery Award and the Caldecott Honor in 1982. So each afternoon with my tea, I’d work on memorizing “The Tyger” and then read one of Willard’s poems inspired by Blake.
In the introduction Willard writes that she encountered Blake when she was 7 years old, sick in bed, and her babysitter recited “The Tyger.” A couple of days later Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience came in the mail, with this inscription:
“Poetry is the best medicine.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
yrs, William Blake”
The two poets — Blake and Willard — share a kinship with children. It is said of Blake that he wrote “for children and angels.” Willard may not have written for angels, but after writing for adults she moved to writing for children and continued doing so for the rest of her career. Here’s one titled “The Tiger Asks Blake for a Bedtime Story.” See what echoes of “The Tyger” you can hear in Willard’s poem:
The Tiger Asks Blake for a Bedtime Story
William, William, writing late
by the chill and sooty grate,
what immortal story can
make your tiger roar again?
When I was sent to fetch your meat
I confess that I did eat
half the roast and all the bread.
He will never know, I said.
When I was sent to fetch your drink,
I confess that I did think
you would never miss the three
lumps of sugar by your tea.
Soon I saw my health decline
And I knew the fault was mine.
Only William Blake can tell
tales to make a tiger well.
Now I lay me down to sleep
with bear and rabbit, bird and sheep.
If I should dream before I wake,
may I dream of William Blake.
—Nancy Willard
“The Tyger” was published in 1794. (Here is Blake’s illustration.) Like many older poems, this one begs to be read aloud. I found it among the easiest to memorize of all I have attempted because each line moves so intuitively into the next. But take note: the first stanza and last differ by one crucial word.
While I have been spending time with Blake and Willard and tygers, a virus have been wreaking havoc worldwide. Blake’s poetry, which often seems too strange for our modern world, suddenly makes sense. But I chose “The Tyger” long before COVID-19 made an appearance. I found it tucked into a picture book called Fear the Bunny, about why bunnies are scarier than tigers. So my April sojourn with Blake was about how well this poem holds up, even 226 years after it first entered earth’s consciousness. After all that time, it’s still fun to say.
The next time I have a fever, I may visit William Blake’s imaginary inn and read some of his poetry. The Tyger will still be there, burning bright.
Your Turn
Did you memorize “The Tyger” this month? Join our By Heart community and share your audio or video using the hashtags #ByHeart and #MemoriesWithFriends and tagging us @tspoetry. We also welcome photos of your handwritten copy of the poem.
By Heart for May
For the next By Heart gathering, May 29, we’ll learn a blessing from John O’Donohue’s For One Who Is Exhausted. And because at times like these we need a little more Irish in our lives, join our June book club when we read O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, a collection which promises to guide us as we “transition from a known, familiar world into a new, unmapped territory.”
For One Who Is Exhausted
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken in the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
—John O’Donohue
Photo by OiMax, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Megan Willome.
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