Also from A Formal Feeling Comes: Poems in Form by Contemporary Women:
A Reply from His Coy Mistress
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 make 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.
Annie Finch
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