Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 97, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Madam, I you require Last Line: Ye get not that ye lack. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Language; Truth; Women; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
Madam, I you require No longer time detract. Let truth in you appear And give me that I lack. Ye wot as well as I That promise ye did make, When time I could espy I should have that I lack. Both time and place ye have My fervent pains to slack. Nothing, alas, I crave But only that I lack. Which thing methink is due, Rememb'ring what ye spake; For if your words be true I must have that I lack. The Answer Your foolish, feigned haste Full small effect shall take. Your words in vain ye wrest. Ye get not that ye lack. I wot, as ye shall find, The promise I did make. No promise shall me bind. Ye get not that ye lack. Though time and place I have To slide if truth were slack, Though still ye cry and crave, Ye get not that ye lack. Because ye think it due, I speak that that I spake. And this word shall be true: Ye get not that ye lack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER |
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