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.
...
Read full text
I love this poem. The second to last line is reversed, though. Should read... Likewise displeaseth me both death and life, And my delight is causer of this strife.
.....an excellent composition...feelings are very well expressed.. this poem was probably penned when in prison ★