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Theme: Sexual Poetry

© Ashley T. Drye

Because of the topic that I am addressing, I would suggest that you be of mature age, before reading this. Sexual poetry is one of the main themes that we shall address. From subtle inclinations to blatant expression, passion by sex is very important to poetry. We will start, like always, with one of my own poems.

Once Again

My body is a country,
and you are the army,
Walk upon my land,
Claim this country,
Stick a flag in my heart,
For all man kind.

It was very hard, to share my own poetry on this theme. I consider myself to be someone who believes in addressing each issue thoroughly, but even this one made me blush. On to the next poem!

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 preserved 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 chapped power
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball:
And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Through the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

I really like this poem. It addresses sex as a necessity. He says that if he had enough time to cherish each part of her, he would, but he doesn't so they should make love now and pass the time that they do have away.

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