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To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wing├Ęd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Andrew Marvell 1621 - 1678


Blogger NowSmellThis said...

M, one of my very favorite poems in the world, but one which is unfortunately forever associated in my mind with my (failed) first marriage. Thanks for posting it today.

5:43 AM

Blogger Kyahgirl said...

I'm sorry, I can't help but snicker at : 'my vegetable love should grow, vaster than empires and more slow'. Spent the day yesterday pickling cucumbers and must just have my mind in the gutter.


7:06 AM

Blogger cjblue said...

Yonder...that's just Spanish for "over dere."

I would SO give it up for a man who wrote me a poem like that. Not that they ever really had to try so hard, heh. Thank you for posting this poem, it's one I always appreciate when I come across it but don't seem to come across it enough.

Must. Read. More. Poetry.

7:06 AM

Blogger Blush said...

that is my most favorite poem in the world. how did you know??

9:49 AM

Blogger clearing said...

I'm just drooling over the thought of having twin beds. Ah to sleep all night without the twitching, kicking, flailing, (sweet but..) machine-like, snoring man, beside me.

4:25 PM

Blogger boisdejasmin said...

I love this poem, and the image of Unicorn in Captivity is one of my favourites. He is captive, yet he is a voluntary prisoner.

9:52 PM

Blogger still life said...

This is the first time that I'm hearing this poem, it's absolutely beautiful. So descriptive with imagery.

7:22 PM


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