I read and reviewed Songs of Innocence a few days ago, so my focus here is on the second half of the piece. Experience is the better of the two collections, I think - it's certainly less sugary and more ambiguous - but Blake's poetry isn't often something that grabs me. I tend to prefer more modern verse, and that tells. Some of the rhymes, for example, seem a little laboured and unsophisticated to my ears. That said, there's a single poem in Experience that is justly famous; a poem that I love unreservedly. "The Tyger" drags this book up to four stars by main strength, and I wish this edition was illustrated so that I could see how Blake envisioned it.