how adorable!!!
oh. my. gosh. oh my gosh, you guys. best baby fashion (and model) i've ever seen!!!
Thanks, Archie, for reminding me of one of my favorite poems. For you and your "tiger mom."William Blake. 1757–1827 489. The Tiger TIGER, tiger, 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 and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? 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? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Oh Archie, you are such a ham! I love it! Little Miss Copeland must love it too because she's kicking up a storm right now. You might have an admirer, young man.
how adorable!!!
ReplyDeleteoh. my. gosh. oh my gosh, you guys. best baby fashion (and model) i've ever seen!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Archie, for reminding me of one of my favorite poems. For you and your "tiger mom."
ReplyDeleteWilliam Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, 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 and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
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?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Oh Archie, you are such a ham! I love it! Little Miss Copeland must love it too because she's kicking up a storm right now. You might have an admirer, young man.
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