Dashes of yellow make me up,
And with it shades of dark,
Again I am the same but,
After a punctuation mark,
I am what fire does to things,
And I am a doing too,
I may be associated with light,
But I am a perception too.
When I wrote this I knew what the answer is,
Now I forgot, can you guess it please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blake: TIGER, tiger burning bright