Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 81, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O, what undeserved cruelty Last Line: Till my careful life may turn contrary. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Cruelty; Fortune; Grief; Happiness; Life; Sorrow; Sadness; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
O, what undeserved cruelty Hath Fortune showed unto me When all my wealth, joy, and felicity Are turned to me most contrary! My joy is woe, my pleasure pain, My ease is travail. What remedy? My mirth is mourning, hope is in vain. Thus all thing turneth clean contrary. The place of sleep that should my rest restore Is unto me an unquiet enemy And most my woe reneweth evermore. Thus all thing turneth to me contrary. I burn for cold, I starve for heat. That lust liketh, desire doth it deny. I fast from joy, sorrow is my meat. Thus every joy turneth to me contrary. The place of my refuge is my exile. In Disdain's prison desperate I lie, There to abide the time and woeful while Till my careful life may turn contrary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL |
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