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 sunburnt brain.
but words came halting forth, vanting invention's stay:
invention, nature's child, fled step-dame study's blows;
and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
thus, great with child to speak, and in my throes,
biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite -
"fool! " sald my muse to me "look in thy heart, and writel"
read the poem closely and analyze why the poet is unable to produce poetry.
a. the poet overlooked what's there inside him.
b. the poet tried to imitate others.
oc. the poet could not think of something really creative.
d. the poet was trying to figure out his beloved's intentions