“To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvel and “The Mistresses Reply” by J.E.Goldie

 

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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,

This coyness would not be so true, t’were 

not for the likes of you.

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

Time is the demon in your gaze so

I’ll none of your deliberate 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.

Thy shrewdness would devour me!

wholly for thine own distorted glee.

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.

When time does come to pour my soul

and body into evermore, I’d never rest in peace!

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;

Your thoughts of me would never cease!

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,

Thrust me NOT into time’s typhoon 

of swiftly racing doom.

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

Let me lead a peaceful life full of grace

and free from strife.

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

I’ll be fresher than the dove

long after your withering flower of love.

 

To His Coy Mistress

“To His Coy Mistress” is a metaphysical poem written by the English author and politician Andrew Marvell either during or just before the English Interregnum. It was published posthumously in 1681.”

The Mistresses Reply (written in jest of course 🙂 )

-Poem by J.E.Goldie 3/24/2019

 

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I You Don’t Mind…..

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Why you?

you ask.

Why me?

Why now?

 ageless questions, 

that lover’s seem to ask

through time immortal.

There’s no game here,

I couldn’t be more frank,

except, to fill

your eyes and ears

with loving thoughts.

If you don’t mind……

I’ll woo you……

for awhile……….

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/24/2019

 

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“March Miracles” in response to The Poet By Day’s Poetry Prompt “The Contours of Joy, a poem…” 3/20/2019

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March miracles are afoot, new

beginnings are catching our breath

from every corner, as nature spreads

her wings sprouting new life, there

is a renewed lightness of spirit.

Yet in this month of miracles we

hear of tragedy and the dichotomy

of this duality, reminds us of, our

responsibility. Our mother, earth,

is taking a beating from her children.

Her children are killing  each other.

In this month of miracles may we find

a renewed lightness of spirit and hope

that love will universally prevail,  

taking joy in the love we create in

this season of rebirth

and new awakenings.

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/22/2019

 

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“Spring Awakening” in response to The Poet by Day’s poetry prompt “THE CONTOURS OF JOY, A POEM” 3/20/2019

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Springtime thoughts, drifting

their subtle way into memory,

reviving us with their beauty,

deep purples, yellows, pinks, blues

and greens all gathered so it seems

to delight and awaken our eyes,

to remind us of the simple Joys

we take for granted in our daily

life, enriched by the people who

nurture, our spirits selflessly.

Joying in the Primrose one of natures harbingers of Spring,

In Norse lore, Freya is the goddess of love.  The primrose is her sacred flower.  In rituals to honor the goddess of love, these flowers were laid out on the altar dedicated to her.

 

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Pansies reminding us of our strength and ability to overcome adversity,

 

The knowledge, the faith, the hope,

saturating our souls with the beguiling gift

of the awakening of Spring…

 

©Jen Goldie 3/21/2019

 

 

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“Hopes and Dreams” in response to Willow Poetry picture prompt #19 “The Wall” What do you see? 3/19/2019

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She had promised, never to leave him,

Of that much he was clear,

as he contemplated expectantly over

the wall of darkness, into a sea

of stars and wonder.

The, same wall

he’d built between memory and hope

when he’d thought, all was lost.

She, had blithely designed the crooked

ladder in hopes he’d remember,  

life is not always drawn in straight lines

and can amaze you in very powerful and

loving ways to mesmerize your mind.

He now knew she was out there, somewhere.

The beginning was near.

Somehow after so many years, he was soulfully certain,

she would come to him once more.

 

©J.E.Goldie 3/20/2019

 

Willow poetry picture prompt #19 “What do you see?” 3/19/2019

 

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We will meet again………………………………….

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When all is said and done…

In the Setting Sun,

So warm, so soft, so bright,

I saw the sleeping Daylight,

Slip softly into night,

And learned as I was watching,

A lesson I well knew.

You never lose someone you’ve loved,

For they are part of you.

And

If I ever shun you

It’s not

That I don’t care

It’s because

I love you deeply

And always

want

You

there.

To hold

To love

To care.

©Jen Goldie 2019

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I will, love…again.

 

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The Full moon beams tonight.

I thought,

I’d never love again,

At least not so deeply,

You know when you are truly

In love, when you cannot write

a love poem from the depths

of your heart, even as

the moon beams and the

stars twinkle in the night sky,

words fail to express,

tears flow, breathing shallows,

as you try to take deep breaths

and you can’t because

your heart aches so much.

I have loved before,

I have lost before,

I will,

I know,

Love again………….

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©J.E.Goldie 2019

 

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