Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE: 9, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Such hap as I am happed in Last Line: Such hap as I. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Longing | ||||||||
Such hap as I am happed in Had never man of truth I ween; At me fortune list to begin To show that never hath been seen, A new kind of unhappiness; Nor I cannot the thing I mean Myself express. Myself express my deadly pain That can I well, if that might serve; But when I have not help again That know I not unless I starve, For hunger still amids my food Is so granted that I deserve To do me good. To do me good what may prevail, For I deserve and not desire, And still of cold I me bewail, And raked am in burning fire; For though I have, such is my lot, In hand to help that I require, It helpeth not. It helpeth not, but to increase That that by proof can be no more; That is, the heat that cannot cease, And that I have to crave so sore, What wonder is this greedy lust To ask and have, and yet therefore Refrain I must. Refrain I must. What is the cause? Sure as they say, "So hawks be taught." But in my case layeth no such clause, For with such craft I am not caught; Wherefore I say and good cause why, With hapless hand no man hath wrought Such hap as I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOARD! ABOARD! by DONALD JUSTICE CHANEL NO. 5 by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES WE WHO WERE EXECUTED by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ SHE WRITES TO THE MAN WHO WRITES OF HER IN HIS POEMS by LINDA GREGG |
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