desire to perish
yet ask health, love another, and
thus I hate myself
Adapted from I Find No Peace written around 1540 by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 11 October 1542) who, according to Wikipedia, was a 16th-century English politician, ambassador, and lyric poet credited with introducing the sonnet to English literature.
Always one of my favorites and the one I would choose to have read at my funeral should sch a thing ever take place.
I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not—yet can I scape no wise—
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.
This is a series of haiku drawn from this sonnet for the purpose of feeling in dates that I missed so I can complete publication string since I started this.
Forgive me this indulgence.
MJH
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