Coy Mistress

By Annie Finch b. 1956 Annie Finch
Sir, I am not a bird of prey:
a Lady does not seize the day.
I trust that brief Time will unfold
our youth, before he makes us old.
How could we two write lines of rhyme
were we not fond of numbered Time
and grateful to the vast and sweet
trials his days will make us meet:
The Grave's not just the body's curse;
no skeleton can pen a verse!
So while this numbered World we see,
let's sweeten Time with poetry,
and Time, in turn, may sweeten Love
and give us time our love to prove.
You've praised my eyes, forehead, breast:
you've all our lives to praise the rest.

Reprinted with permission of the author and Story Line Press (www.storylinepress.com).

Source: Eve (Story Line Press, 1997)

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Poet Annie Finch b. 1956

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Relationships, Time & Brevity, Poetry & Poets, Love, Living, Arts & Sciences, Men & Women, Desire, First Love, Infatuation & Crushes

Poetic Terms Allusion, Couplet

 Annie  Finch

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Annie Finch is the author or editor of more than twenty books of poetry, plays, translation, literary essays, textbooks, and anthologies, including the poetry collections Eve (1997), Calendars (2003), and Spells: New and Selected Poems (2012), and the long poems The Encyclopedia of Scotland (1982) and Among the Goddesses: An Epic Libretto in Seven Dreams (2009). Calendars was shortlisted for the Foreword Poetry Book of the Year . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Time & Brevity, Poetry & Poets, Love, Living, Arts & Sciences, Men & Women, Desire, First Love, Infatuation & Crushes

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Poetic Terms Allusion, Couplet

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