Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
J. M. Synge. 1871–1909
76. A Translation from Petrarch (He is Jealous of the Heavens and the Earth)
WHAT a grudge I am bearing the earth that has its arms about her, and is holding that face away from me, where I was finding peace from great sadness.
What a grudge I am bearing the Heavens that are after taking her, and shutting her in with greediness, the Heavens that do push their bolt against so many.
What a grudge I am bearing the blessed saints that have got her sweet company, that I am always seeking; and what a grudge I am bearing against Death, that is standing in her two eyes, and will not call me with a word.
