Comments on: A.D. Hope, His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvel http://wolfangel.calltherain.net/archives/2005/05/22/ad-hope-his-coy-mistress-to-mr-marvel/ this is a wolf angel & it eats the people it's supposed to help. A wolf angel is not a good angel to have looking out for you. Fri, 03 Sep 2010 01:14:30 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1.2 By: Another Damned Medievalist http://wolfangel.calltherain.net/archives/2005/05/22/ad-hope-his-coy-mistress-to-mr-marvel/#comment-10310 Another Damned Medievalist Mon, 23 May 2005 14:50:47 +0000 http://wolfangel.calltherain.net/archives/2005/05/22/ad-hope-his-coy-mistress-to-mr-marvel/#comment-10310 Fantastic!! Fantastic!!

]]> By: ACW http://wolfangel.calltherain.net/archives/2005/05/22/ad-hope-his-coy-mistress-to-mr-marvel/#comment-10311 ACW Mon, 23 May 2005 17:13:50 +0000 http://wolfangel.calltherain.net/archives/2005/05/22/ad-hope-his-coy-mistress-to-mr-marvel/#comment-10311 Oh, outstanding. <i>To his coy mistress</i> is one of my favorite poems, one of the three or four I know by heart. I once compressed the basic argument into four lines: <blockquote> If we were gonna live forever I would write you a rhyme so clever But we'll both die, so no such luck I'm running late; can we just fuck? </blockquote> Another famous response to Marvell is Archibald MacLeish's <i>You, Andrew Marvell</i>. MacLeish isn't easy for me, but I think he is twitting Marvell for those last two lines: <i>if we cannot make the Sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run.</i> No, says MacLeish. Whether you get your lady into bed will make <i>no difference.</i> Oh, outstanding.

To his coy mistress is one of my favorite poems, one of the three or four I know by heart. I once compressed the basic argument into four lines:

If we were gonna live forever
I would write you a rhyme so clever
But we’ll both die, so no such luck
I’m running late; can we just fuck?

Another famous response to Marvell is Archibald MacLeish’s You, Andrew Marvell. MacLeish isn’t easy for me, but I think he is twitting Marvell for those last two lines: if we cannot make the Sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run. No, says MacLeish. Whether you get your lady into bed will make no difference.

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