Morning all. Want to hear something funny? I almost typed Sir Thomas More. How funny was THAT. Anywho here’s the next to last installment for this month’s poet. My favorite line is ” I love another, and thus I hate myself”. How many times have I felt that? Anyway, do enjoy and have a great one.
F. M. Laster
“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West
I Find no Peace
By Sir Thomas Wyatt
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.