Dear Joe, Tiger burning bright In the forests of the night:

This is what I get from the poem, that you, Joe, are that tiger burning bright. Your art: your writing in particular, and secondly, your drawings- these are your fire burning bright.

Those “soulless faces”- the term repeated in your original post, I am thinking these are the faces in the night that are not seeing the fire, the fire, your fire does not reflect in those faces, in those eyes.

I am thinking of you as a child in your family, with your fire burning, your emotions intense, but your emotions, your internal experience was not reflected in the faces and eyes of your parents/ family members. You needed to be SEEN- needed to see your own fire in the eyes of another. And didn’t.

Am I correct?

anita