Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE: 36, by THOMAS WYATT Poet's Biography First Line: I know not where my heavy sighs to hide Last Line: Whose death it is out of thy sight to be. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Death; Hearts; Pain; Sickness; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery; Illness | ||||||||
I know not where my heavy sighs to hide. My sorrowful heart is so vexed with pain I wander forth as one without a guide That seeketh to find a thing parted in twain And so forth run that scant can turn again. Thus time I pass and waste full piteously For death it is out of thy sight to be. I scantly know from whom comes all my grief, But that I waste as one doth in sickness And cannot tell which way comes my mischief. For all I taste to me is bitterness And of my health I have no sickerness Nor shall not have till that I do thee see. It is my death out of thy sight to be. I live in earth as one that would be dead And cannot die. Alas, the more my pain! Famished I am and yet always am fed. Thus contrary all thing doth me constrain To laugh, to mourn, to walk, to joy, to plain, And shall do still -- there is no remedy -- Until the time that in thy sight I be. There nis sickness but health it doth desire, Nor poverty but riches like to have, Nor ship in storm but that steering it doth require Harbour to find so that they may her save. And I, alas, naught in this world do crave Save that thou list on him to have mercy Whose death it is out of thy sight to be. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRANSPARENT MAN by ANTHONY HECHT A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON |
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