🛠️  Hacking with Hamlet  👑

Did you smile your work to see?

Days before a paper deadline I am leafing through books of poetry for inspiration for my introduction. By chance I came upon William Blake’s Tyger and gasped at the line: “Did he smile his work to see?”

Yes, William, you got me there. It has been a long time since I have smiled to see my work. I may spend my days cooking brains in furnaces—we call them GPUs now—but I know too well that my keyboard fingers are no match for God’s mighty hand.

The Tyger

by 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?

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?