Friday, April 15, 2011

lately.


I know it sometimes seems like all I do is eat food but it's only half true, I promise you. 
I do also spend time reading things like this:

They fle from me that sometyme did me seke
With naked fote stalking in my chambre.
I have sene theim gentill tame and meke
That nowe are wyld and do not remembre
That sometyme they put theimself in daunger
To take bred at my hand; and nowe they raunge
Besely seking with a continuell chaunge.

Thancked be fortune it hath ben othrewise
Twenty tymes better, but ons in special,
In thyn arraye after a pleasaunt gyse
When her lose gowne from her shoulders did fall
And she me caught in her armes long and small,
Therewithall swetely did me kysse
And softely said, 'Dere hert, how like you this?'

It was no dreme: I lay brode waking.
But all is torned thorough my gentilnes
Into a straunge fasshion of forsaking;
And I have leve to goo of her goodenes
And she also to use new fangilnes.
But syms that I so kyndely ame served
I would fain knowe what she hath deserved.
- Sir Thomas Wyatt (1557)

Photos by Isabel, Stuart + me.

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