oie smart asses in sajha, explain this poem to me! please! :) :)

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.
An 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,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
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;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

purush,
u remind of those people k..u know who just show up when there is a fight going on and cheer them on (fyi, i was not fighting yesterday) or they pretend liek tehy are really wise and give advice that is not asked for. and then show up when there is some milapatra going on.....and then they think everything happens because of them.....dubaii tarfa thikka parne kya.

I wish I had that kind of time to read all the comments... Keep it short guys...

icanfly,
if you don't have time, don't read it. this thread was rather long because we were trying to decipher a poem.

IFC maiya, I was mistaken for some reason. I am not the one who becomes happy to see others fight. Hijo hos or aja, whatever my posting is intended for fun. I know you guys are young and great. However, I appreciate everyone's staying calm and cool with others.
If you think I enjoyed seeing you guys fight, you were wrong.
Anyway, I saw you are doing great job with both the poems that never came into my dumb head.
Goodluck!

awwww,
i was just joking sweety! don't take it personally.

thanks for your word "sweety." At least someone called me "sweety."

Cheers!

Don't say you did not mean it.

ofcourse i meant it!
tara euta ukhan cha ni nepali...keta haru lai thyakkai lagu huncha k...'aunlo dinnda dandulno nilne'.

IFC maiya, I will just need a finger of yours. BTW, which one am I getting ne? May be I catch the wrong one you would say Purush I did not mean that one.

Lol,

Purush broo, are you still a kid that you need to catch someone else's finger to walk?
J k :)

In his poem “To His Coy Mistress”, Andrew Marvell constructs a tough 46-line declaration: either his coy mistress answers his pleas and love, or she’ll die and be eaten by worms in her tomb without ever having loved. Thus, he tries to scare her and make her hasten into taking a decision the way he would like and in due time. Packed with typical metaphysical symbolism, conceits and images, To His Coy Mistress is certainly one of the most famous examples in English literature of the epicurean Carpe Diem (literally Seize the Day) tradition.

In this poem, the author preferred the use of the four-beat line, which is rather untypical for metaphysical poets. However, more striking is his light and humorous tone, which, according to famous scholars, links him with the Cavalier poets. Yet, the application of religious images and allusions groups him with the metaphysical.
For analysis, the poem can be divided into three parts.

Part 1 (l. 1-20)

In this first part, a young woman is the object of old Marvell’s eye. The poet tells us that his lady is of a great coyness and shyness concerning (physical) love. Thus, she keeps him waiting for an answer to his love. Maybe, the lady could have been one of those women, who use arts to gain the admiration of men merely for fun and satisfaction of vanity, without any intention to respond their feelings. Or, she doesn’t answer him simply because she doesn’t feel attracted to him. This would rather be a modern reading, for Marvell interprets her coyness as the typical shyness women showed when in contact with available men. Thus, he starts off for a metaphorical and religious claim of his long, everlasting love. He declares that he could love her ten years before the Flood till the conversion of the Jews, that is, forever and spend years and years praising thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze…and adore each breast. He’d take pleasure in this long wait if there was some hope of his supplications being fulfilled.
The Ganges is an allusion of the starting era of the eastern discoveries. As the oriental beauty fascinates him, so does his lady’s and as precious as the rubies are, so is she. The ironic linked made between the Ganges and the Humber symbolises the distance between Marvell and his mistress. But the idea of water flowing by stands for the shortness of life and the transience of time. Though they are far away from each other, time passes by for both of them.


Part 2 (l. 21-32)

In the second part, Marvell relates what is going to happen if she doesn’t answer his love: with time, her beauty will fade. The worms shall try that long preserved virginity and your quaint honour turn into dust and so will his lust disappear as well. The metaphor Time’s winged chariot stands for death and gives a slight idea of the numerous conceits used by metaphysical poets. Here, for instance, Marvell wants to show his knowledge of ancient culture.
This passage is marked by a significant grimness which is only partly alleviated by a smooth joke at the end.


Part 3 (l. 33-46)

Here, Marvell returns into the present and literally begs his lady not to put him off. (and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires, now let our sport while we may…) He describes her as willing and we can guess that she agrees with him, though her vanity or moral and social scruples say no.
Marvell even compares them to amorous birds of prey, which tells us that he couldn’t wait any longer for his love to be satisfied.
This last part of To His Coy Mistress could be seen as a transcription of the phrase Carpe Diem into poetry. It really gives us an idea of what this expression meant to 17th century poets, that is at once our time devour, rather than languish into his slow-chapped power.

nepal ko chora,
alll men are kids when it comes to women...look around u, makes sense.

letaruls,
uff. i went through soo much thinking and (pain) to explain that peom in my terms and now u have suddenly discredited the whole thing in the snap of a google search. i mean we are saying teh same thing, tara pani its pretty damn disappointing.

purush,
u want a finger....all of 'em are booked. hold on, one of these i will kick one of them out (men are suck asses k sometimes) and there will be a vacancy in one of my fingers and hey that will be urs!!

one of these days, i will kick one of them out....

i just hate the fact you think so much out of so little......peace

letarus,
what i said was a joke. i didn't mean it.

IFC, la la timro byanga ni bujhe. You can keep your guy with you, I am no more interested. I will find who will have her all fingers booked for me.
Thanks for your preparedness to kick another guy out for me though.

lfc, tell something sometimes that you really mean, OK? hehe

i mean things when there is a seroius discussion. i meant every word when i was analyzing the poem. i mean everything i say if there is political or social discussion. aba ta we have diverged to jsut cyber flirting, so i was just going along with the flowww...dnt' judge me because of that.

Do you mean everything you said in your last post ^? hehe...assure me..

haha. mr. lonely. u r back i see.
its just that people sometimes take this too serously k..they don' even realize that i am joking and i have to keep clearing it up.