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 seize on;
That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise;
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device, [by my own choice]
And yet of death it giveth none occasion.
Withouten eyen, I see; and without tongue I plain; [lament]
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 death and life;
And my delight is causer of this strife.
Translation Of Petrarch's Rima, Sonnet 134
Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Poem topics: fear, hate, hope, life, pain, peace, sorrow, war, wind, world, desire, tongue, health, plain, feed, ice, laugh, prison, choice, delight, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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