Funny the snippets of poetry that never leave your head — or whole poems (Frosts “On Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” took up squatters rights the moment I first read it)… I was given Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress” (written in 1681 — they don’t write ‘dirty poems’ like they used to…) in high school and fell instantly in love with it. Well, who wouldn’t? But one line — the pivot — kinda stands as the headline: “But at my back I always hear, times wing-ed chariot hurrying near” (it’s Marvell’s basic come-on — I want you now because you’re young and beautiful but when you’re older…).
I’m sure Marvell himself was no prize — and I hope whatever woman he was with told him so. Repeatedly. Still — he wasn’t writing now, he was writing 400 years ago under very different rules and standards. He gets cut a degree of slack (but only a degree).
That line flitters across my consciousness on a pretty regular basis. It would, I guess. But it doesn’t scare me. Instead it says: “Be More Efficient With Your Time(, Stupid)”.