Time’s winged chariot

Posted by on Oct-16-2009

The river was flowing to meet the sea, the winds were blowing to meet the mountains and I was with my beloved Raziya. She was with me holding my hands gazing towards the west where the sun is setting down. She was bit disturbed with the hair that’s falling on her face driven by the west wind.

She was looking as beautiful as when I saw her the first day. Even I live for a thousand years I could not describe how much I love her. I feel the time is slipping from my hand and soon we will grow old. The time is flying like a winged chariot and it is chasing us to grow us old.

This reminded me only of these few lines.

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

I can only describe it through these few lines by Andrew Marvell through his poem To his Coy Mistress. The poem contains many striking images, is very intense and uses many strong metaphors.

He is a marvelous metaphysical poet in the 17th Century. Marvell’s poetry is often witty and full of elaborate conceits in the elegant style of the metaphysical poets. Many of his poems were inspired by events of the time, public or personal.

To His Coy Mistress is a witty metaphysical form of poetry. The poem is often considered an argument for the concept of ‘carpe diem.

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