To His Coy Mistress

“To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell

 

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;
A 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,
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Separation

“Separation” By W.S. Merwin

 

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Background

Written in 1962 by W.S. Merwin, “Separation” is a short, yet profoundly deep tercet, composed of just three lines. Merwin is a prolific writer and Read more