Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 34, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Last Line: To have the like of this my painful stroke. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Fortune; Hearts | ||||||||
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Sometime break forth, and they can well declare The heart's unrest and how that it doth fare, The pain thereof, the grief, and all the rest. The wat'red eyes from whence the tears do fall Do feel some force or else they would be dry; The wasted flesh of color dead can try, And something tell what sweetness is in gall. And he that list to see and to discern How care can force within a wearied mind, Come he to me! I am that place assigned. But for all this no force, it doth no harm; The wound, alas, hap in some other place, From whence no tool away the scar can 'rase. But you that of such like have had your part Can best be judge; wherefore, my friend so dear, I thought it good my state should now appear To you, and that there is no great desert. And whereas you in weighty matters great Of fortune saw the shadow that you know, For trifling things I now am stricken so That though I feel my heart doth wound and beat, I sit alone, save on the second day My fever comes with whom I spend the time In burning heat while that she list assign. And who hath health and liberty alway, Let him thank God and let him not provoke To have the like of this my painful stroke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARDIOLOGICAL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN |
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