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 wingèd 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.

Poet: Andrew Marwell.

Time: 1621 – 1678

Motif: Two lovers are sitting besides each other. And lover is trying to make her beloved ready.

Elaboration: The poem might go under umbrella term “Cultural Studies” also. Once in classroom discussion we deconstructed the poem. The poet talks about the romantic love only whereas at the time, people were facing lot many problems like poverty, starvation, Plague etc. but that is not mentioned while poet talks about “death”. There might be some reasons also like poet belongs to higher class of society. And most of his life is spent having all the leisure and luxuries.

But then, a counterpoint is also equally considerable that ultimately this is a small writing. How much can we expect from a small writeup like this. And after all, that would be poet’s own choice NOT to mention the stuff. And he is free to chose it.