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Poem of the Week


Tyger Tyger, bright with flame:
sorry I misspelt thy name!
Pray forgive my other bungles:
saying “forests,” meaning “jungles”;

deeming light reflected from
thine eyes’ tapetum lucidum
actual combustion; and
flubbing, through too-slight command

of cardiology, the part
about “the sinews of thy heart.”
Thoughts of chains and anvil-bangers
made me drop some fearful clangers.

How my cheeks are burning bright!
Dare I hope I’ve set things right
by means of this regretful ditty,
Tiger Tiger? Kitty Kitty?

~ Julie Steiner