The Tyger–William Blake
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?
There have been a couple of very interesting local educational stories that I am unable to comment on. The main reason is that they involve students and student discipline.
Whenever such a story comes up, it is tempting to jump all over one side or the other, but this is almost always hasty.
You see, students and their parents can say pretty much what they want about the issue. But schools cannot. Schools are charged to protect their students’ privacy and are highly restricted in what they can report.
Students, on the other hand, are free to plead their cases to the press.
We commentators–including the press–should be slow to jump on the bandwagon.
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:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Anatomy of Teaching 