"I Find No Peace" is a sonnet by the influential 16th-century British writer and courtier, Sir Thomas Wyatt. The poem's lovesick speaker exist in a state of utter turmoil, twisted this way and that by a love that's as painful as it is pleasurable. Through a series of paradoxes (such as burning with passion and freezing "like ice," wanting to die and wanting to live all at once), the poem captures love's complexity and its ability to completely overwhelm those it strikes. As with many of Wyatt's sonnets, "I Find No Peace" is an adaptation of an earlier poem by the 14th-century Italian poet Petrarch.
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1I find no peace, and all my war is done.
2I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
3I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
4And nought I have, and all the world I seize on.
5That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
6And holdeth me not—yet can I scape no wise—
7Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
8And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
9Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
10I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
11I love another, and thus I hate myself.
12I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
13Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
14And my delight is causer of this strife.
1I find no peace, and all my war is done.
2I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
3I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
4And nought I have, and all the world I seize on.
5That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
6And holdeth me not—yet can I scape no wise—
7Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
8And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
9Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
10I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
11I love another, and thus I hate myself.
12I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
13Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
14And my delight is causer of this strife.
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 seize on.
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Wyatt's Life and Work — Check out Wyatt's biography from the Poetry Foundation.
"Whoso List to Hunt" — An interesting article about another of Wyatt's poems, offering insight into the relationship between his poetry and Petrarch's.
Love and the Court — An interesting essay that explores the relationship between love and politics in Wyatt's poetry.
Petrarch's Original — The poem from which Wyatt adapted his, shown in Italian and an alternative translation.
The Egerton Manuscript — A compilation of poems made during Henry VIII's reign, including some poems written in Wyatt's own hand.