Thursday, August 29, 2013

I Find No Peace

Sir Thomas Wyatt (October 11, 1542). He led a tragic life. He loved and lost Anne Boleyn, was trapped in a loveless marriage, the survivor of six brutal deaths in May of 1536, and suffered premature death, being only 39 when he died. None of Wyatt's poems was published during his lifetime—the first book to feature his verse, Tottel's Miscellany of 1557, was printed a full fifteen years after his death.


I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.



 
(Sir Thomas Wyatt,October 11, 1542)
 

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