Whoso List to Hunt

I ended up barreling through all 10 episodes of the first season of The Tudors in the last 29 hours. (Review to come later.) In one episodes (I think the fourth, although to be honest, when you watch them back-to-back-t0-back they all blend together), the poet Thomas Wyatt recited one of his poems. I liked it, and looked it up: turns out it's one of his most famous. It's supposedly about Anne Boleyn (more on her in the review). Anyway, I thought you might like it. ~H

Whoso List to Hunt
Sir Thomas Wyatt

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind!

But as for me alas, I may no more;
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about,
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."

1 comment:

Tracy Lynn said...

Thank God, I was starting to get worried. You bastard.