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Shvoong Home>Books>Poetry>Review on “to His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell Review

Review on “to His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell

Book Review   by:akso6o175     Original Author: Andy Kester Sawian
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The theme of this delightful poem, “To His Coy Mistress”, charged with ‘metaphysical’ wit and feeling, may be summed up in the classical phrase ‘carpe diem’ which means ‘enjoy life while you can’. If only they had all or enough time in the world for this coyness; shyness and modesty for his mistress is resolved to remain chaste; the lady with no crime; graceful and faultless; they would sit down and think which way to walk and pass their long love’s day. She would stand by the great Indian Ganges River and unconsciously find rubies, while he would stand by the tide of the Humber; a river in Northern England; and complain. He would have loved her ten years before the flood; according to ‘The Old Testament’ of ‘The Bible’, in the Book of Genesis, the world was flooded during the time of Noah, after the fall of Adam; and she would if she pleases to refuse till the conversion of the Jews; prophesied to happen before the end of the world.
His vegetable; soft and tender; love for her should grow vaster than empires. A hundred years should go to praise for her eyes and on her forehead gaze and two hundred years to adore each breast. However, thirty thousand to the rest, an age at least to every part and the last age should show her heart. Neither for the lady deserves this state nor would his love for her be at a lower rate. Often times at his back he always hear the ‘Time’s Winged Chariot’ hurrying near and yonder all before them lie the deserts of vast eternity. Her beauty shall no more be found, nor in her marble vault shall sound his echoing song. The worms will try to subdue that long preserved virginity, her quaint honour turn to dust and all his lust turn into ashes.
The narrator thinks that the grave is a fine and private place yet no one would like to embrace it. As long as the youthful hue sits on her skin like the morning dew and while her willing souls transpires at every pore with instant fires, let them sport themselves with amorous birds of prey; showing or feeling sexual desire ;rather at once their time devour than languish in his slow-chapt power; slow jawed: eating slowly. They would roll up all their strength and all their sweetness into one ball, and tear their pleasures with rough strife through the iron gates of life. Thus, though they cannot make their sun stand still, yet they will make him run.
Published: September 20, 2010   
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