To His Coy Mistresss (Redux)

This is one of my school projects, based on 'To His Coy Mistress' by Andrew Marvell. The original was from a genre common in the 1800's (I believe) in which the speaker was basically trying to convince a woman to have sex with him. Great literary progress, eh? (Oh, those saucy victorians...)

Well, anyway, the point of the assignment was to re-write in 200 words or less, one of the poems we had read for class. In doing so, we were to use words and phrases from the original text, as well as our own words, to highlight a specific aspect of the poem or character. Somehow, my brain translated that into 're-write this how you would have said it.' So, the following was scrapped, and another was put in it's place, but I like this one better.

This is also the first time I've done a poem in full rhyme, and not just free verse-whatever pops out of my head.

Also! You probably want to read the original first, to give context. I linked it. Up there.^

‘To His Coy Mistress (Redux)’

Had we but time,

Coyness were no crime.

We would walk,

Pass love’s long day with talk,

And I would love you,

Till the Lord comes hitherto.

Foregoing such as my demise,

I would take years to praise thine eyes,

So too, for every part,

Until at last I exposed thy heart,

For truly you deserve no less,

But alas, I would address,

The shrouded spectre at the end,

The hourglass I come to dread.

Time stops for none,

Not till it’s done.

So I do implore,

Fair maiden I adore,

Come, know what is my mind,

Take us two and forever bind.

Place your hand in mine,

Entwine my heart with thine.

Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.