Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 15, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight Last Line: Yet do I know I run into the glede. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 24 Subject(s): Eyes; Faces | ||||||||
Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight Again the sun their eyes for to defend, And some because the light doth them offend, Do never peer but in the dark or night. Other rejoice that see the fire bright And ween to play in it as they do pretend, And find the contrary of it that they intend. Alas, of that sort I may be by right. For to withstand her look I am not able; And yet can I not hide me in no dark place, Remembrance so followeth me of that face, So that with teary eyen swollen and unstable, My destiny to behold her doth me lead; Yet do I know I run into the glede. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WE LOOK UP by DENISE LEVERTOV HISTORY OF MY FACE by KHALED MATTAWA WOMAN IN FRONT OF POSTER OF HERSELF by ALICE NOTLEY THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN LOOKING AT AGING FACES by ROBERT BLY |
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