Happy Saturday everyone. Things are slowing done around here. There was a change in plans and now I am moved in with Boyfriend. Strange and odd. hahaha. Oh well. All my things (except for one box that we forgot) are now here. I just have to unpack, which I started a little yesterday. Yayy!
In my old room I had a few poems written up and displayed on my wall. To be kind I took only one poem and will display it at his apartment (for now). I picked this one. My ultimate favorite of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
I Find No Peace
by: Sir Thomas Wyatt
I FIND no peace, and all my war is done ;
I fear and hope, I burn, and freeze like
I fly aloft, yet can I not arise ;
And nought I have, and all the world I seize on,
That locks nor loseth, holdeth me in prison,
And holds me not, yet can I scape no wise :
Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eye I see ; without tongue I plain :
I wish to perish, yet I ask for health ;
I love another, and thus I hate myself ;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.
Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and life,
And my delight is causer of this strife.