A Poem

I have never really been all that in to poetry, but sometimes when I hear a poem, it just sticks with me. That is what happened when I heard this poem for the first time the other day. It is a relatively well-known poem, I had just never heard it before. I really like it. It brings forward all of these images.

They Flee From Me

by Sir Thomas Wyatt

They flee from me, that sometime did me
seek,

With naked foot stalking within my
chamber :

Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not once remember,
That sometime they have put themselves in danger

To take bread at my hand ; and now they range

Busily seeking in continual change.
Thanked be Fortune, it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better ; but once especial,

In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small,

And therewithal sweetly did me kiss,

And softly said, ' Dear heart, how like you this ?'
It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking :

But all is turn'd now through my gentleness,

Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ;
And I have leave to go of her goodness ;
And she also to use new fangleness.

But since that I unkindly so am served :

How like you this, what hath she now deserved ?