You, Andrew Marvell

Dear Mr. Riddle’s poetry selection today is To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell, which put me in mind of this poem You, Andrew Marvell Archibald MacLeish And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep… Continue reading You, Andrew Marvell