The Tyger A Poem by William Blake www.poetryfoundation.org Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It's a Magical World
Ever Present, Ever Changing EVER PRESENT NEVER TWICE THE SAME EVER CHANGING NEVER LESS THAN WHOLE Robert Irwin, Robert Irwin: A Conditional Art Getty Center Central GardenTo enact visually the message euphony