The Daily Suck
It’s been one of those days. Those inevitable days when absolutely nothing comes to mind as a writer. Frustrating? Unbelievably so. As I sat here searching for something halfway decent to write, I remembered a poem I had read in my poetry class last semester (in case you haven’t been able to tell so far, I really liked that class). Written by Sir Philip Sydney, the poem is about someone trying to write a love letter but is unable to do so because of writer’s block. It’s one of the most relatable poems as a writer and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did!
“Loving In Truth”
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought ﬁt words to paint the blackest face of woe:
Studying inventions ﬁne, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would ﬂow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay;
Invention, Nature’s child, ﬂed stepdame Study’s blows;
And others’ feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”