Friday, April 29, 2005

Poetry Grudge Match -- for Sharon

Poetry Grudge Match -- for Sharon

Because he's even better ... I give you ... Andrew Marvell! Winner takes the belt and the title ;-)

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.

Although perhaps The Beautiful South would disagree ... "Hold me close (underground)!"

Update: I've been served!


Another Damned Medievalist said...

And yes, I realize the short version of this is, "yeah, yeah, yeah, you're all that and a bag of chips (and a pony), and if I could, I'd spend time on some serious foreplay, but I don't so can we please just do it?"

bitchphd said...

I love that poem. That last couplet, BAM. Gives me goosebumps every time.

Ancarett said...

I posted a further poem for you at my blog (I guess you can anticipate what poem this might be, especially coming on the heels of Sharon's choice).

Sharon said...

That's lovely. (Not that I really see it as a competition, but this is fun anyway.)

Ittoop said...

What a delicious morsel is coming your way my wormy ones...She was 'Marvellous' in mind and body ans asked me to eat her whole before the worms got to her...Nothing coy about her...Just plain sensible.