Paraphrase the poem
'the tyger' by william blake

Tyger Tyger, brightly burning,
In the Night Forests;
What an everlasting eye or hand,
Could your fearful symmetry frame it?

In the distant depths or the clouds.
Did the fire burn your eyes?
On what wings is he daring to aspire?
What a hand, dare you catch the fire?

And what kind of shoulder, & what kind of art,
Is it possible to twist the heart's tendons?
And when it started to beat thy heart,
What frightening hand? & What kind of fearful feet?

What's the hammer? What a chain it is,
Which oven was your brain in?
The anvil, what? What a fright to understand,

Ido have a poem that i wrote in my english class if you would like it.