Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind - Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about:
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

Form: Sonnet

Comments about Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind by Sir Thomas Wyatt

  • (1/27/2016 9:14:00 PM)

    .......actually I'm still trying to grasp the meaning of this write...
    although it's nicely penned for a different time period ★
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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