The long love that in my thought doth harbour,
And in mine heart doth keep his residence,
Into my face presseth with bold pretence,
And therein campeth, spreading his banner.
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A witty and poignant poem about being true to the very desire that 'masters' one, however volatile and unreliable its 'hardiness' may be. Very rhythmically supple verse, esp. when compared to Surrey's more staid and static translation of the same Petrarch original.
A favourite since my undergraduate dissertation on Wyatt.
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A witty and poignant poem about being true to the very desire that 'masters' one, however volatile and unreliable its 'hardiness' may be. Very rhythmically supple verse, esp. when compared to Surrey's more staid and static translation of the same Petrarch original. A favourite since my undergraduate dissertation on Wyatt.