Compare And Contrast The Ways In Which The Animals Are Presented In « View Of A Pig » By Ted Hughes And « Tiger! Tiger By » William Blake
In my essay I’m going to be looking and comparing the two poems « view of a pig » by Ted Hughes and « Tiger! Tiger by » William Blake, I will be doing this by working out the two authors’ true interpretation of their selected animal, what they feel that animals outcome will be, the physical and mental behaviour the author feels the animals portray and the authors feelings about their animal.
In “The view of the pig” Hughes describes the pig as an object so lifeless it seems like it never had a life before, as if a piece of wood had more of a soul than the pig has now or ever seemed to have. We know this as the author writes, “One feels guilty insulting the dead, walking on graves. But this pig did not seem able to accuse. It was too dead.” This shows that the author feels that the pig he saw or imagined no longer resembled a pig but just a simple lump of lard and meat like you would see in a shop, the pig now seems to of lost all of his dignity, where as in the poem “Tiger! Tiger!” The selected animal (tiger) is a creature of such dignity as it is made by god we know this as the author writes,” Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?” this shows that the tiger is full of dignity and power as only the hands of god, the most respected person in the world, should even dare to touch such a creature.
In “The view of the pig” Hughes describes the pig like it was a big ugly/dull sack that no one cared about. We know this as the author writes, “It was like a sack of wheat. I thumped it without feeling remorse.” This shows that the pig in this state is not even worth looking at, something so insignificant that you could punch it and not feel sorry or any emotions for that matter! Where as in the poem, “Tiger! Tiger!” the tiger is such a beautiful sight it is compared to a beautiful glow of a fire, we know this as the author writes “Tiger, tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful...
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