Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright

William Blake's "The Tyger" was the first poem I really 'got.' The combination of Blake's accessible meter and the dense lyric language worked, especially the beginning stanza, which is repeated at the end:

Tyger!Tyger! burning bright /
in the forests of the night /
What immortal hand or eye /
dye frame thy fearful symmetry?

I mention this simply because I happened upon Tyger, a multimedia short made—according to Salon's Video Dog—for the British Council in Brazil's annual festival. Tyger uses Blake's poem for inspiration and the combination of puppetry and animation is incredibly imaginative (even the background music is good.) So check it out.

Link.