Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Lux, My Fair Falcon - Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Lux, my fair falcon, and your fellows all,
How well pleasant it were your liberty.
Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall,
But they that sometime liked my company,
Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl.
Lo, what a proof in light adversity.
But ye, my birds, I swear by all your bells,
Ye be my friends, and so be but few else.


Comments about Lux, My Fair Falcon by Sir Thomas Wyatt

  • (5/19/2016 12:48:00 PM)


    ............a wonderful tribute to his friend ★ I love the title (Report) Reply

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  • (1/19/2014 3:31:00 AM)


    How vivid the image of the lice leaving the dead body.

    How clear the fact that his dear falcon doesnt desert him, though she could most easily fly

    How simple the language, undecorated & uncomplicated

    I look forward to discovering his other work. Yours, Robin Dulake
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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