"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 honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave´s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."
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 honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave´s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."
— Fragmento de To His Coy Mistress de Andrew Marvell leído en Poemas y Poetas Clásicos Ingleses. De Geoffrey Chaucer a Dylan Thomas, p.152, Antología de Rodolfo Rojo, Editorial Cuarto Propio.
