February 14th, 2010 / 12:47 pm
 Snippets
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I’m loving Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress. What a seduction technique: Your coyness might be cute if we weren’t going to die some day, but we’re mortal so let’s fuck. Ha. Read the poem out loud and pay attention to enjambment. It’s really lovely.

"The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."

4 Comments

  1. February 15th, 2010 / 3:24 am mimi—

      (Though) we
      (can’t) make
      our sun
      Stand still,
      ____ ____
      yet we
      will make
      him run.

  2. February 14th, 2010 / 11:24 pm mimi—

      (Though) we
      (can’t) make
      our sun
      Stand still,
      ____ ____
      yet we
      will make
      him run.

  3. February 15th, 2010 / 2:40 pm alexis—

      So many great gems in that poem!

  4. February 15th, 2010 / 10:40 am alexis—

      So many great gems in that poem!