I Find No Peace Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

I Find No Peace

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 19 May 2016

.....an excellent composition...feelings are very well expressed.. this poem was probably penned when in prison ?

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Jake Blues 04 December 2007

I love this poem. The second to last line is reversed, though. Should read... Likewise displeaseth me both death and life, And my delight is causer of this strife.

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