Carpe Diem Poems
Gather moments in life like you would flowers
Moments don’t last long; floor cut off from roots die soon
Composed a book of poems entitled “Odes”
woo means to convince or persuade; in the Renaissance the purpose of a carpe diem open was to persuade a young woman to make love.
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, :helios is god of sun
The higher he’s a-getting, (represents when you are young)
The sooner will his race be run, ( the sun is setting- you are getting older)
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer; ( It is better to be young, but also you get older time will get worst)
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time, ( trying to convince the women to get married)
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry. ( you wont have any prospects).
No, only to sleep with her
He is saying that she is going to get old and ugly, so she should have fun while she is pretty
Kind of logical
If they had enough time he would court her forever, but they don’t so they should make love now.
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 wingèd 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 amorous 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.
2. Infinite amount of time: example of hyperbole
Vegetative love, fecund flourishing
Love at the level of sensation rather than reason and emotion, which should characterize human love.
Eyes= windows of the soul
Does not care about brain
Apollo= god of sun that drives his chariot across the heavens each day
Desserts, dust, ashes= death
Worms will take your virginity if you die a virgin
No and Nor complete the pattern of negation of life found in these lines
Dead people cannot embrace
Now is repeated to drive home meaning
Images suggest that youth is warm, moist, and transitory ( represents youth)
The birds of prey and ball that penetrates the iron gate are violent images