Love And Life

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows.

by Lord John Wilmot

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That's Awesome and Superb!
Beautifully Done! ! ! ! ! Beautifully Phrased! ! ! ! ! Cherish The Moments Gave! ! ! ! ! Ever So Much Praise! ! ! ! ! Thank You For Sharing! ! ! ! !
This poem is hilarious. A defense for being a randy, promiscuous lothario. The argument here is something like, please don't worry about by past infidelities, indiscretions and peccadilloes because they're all in the past. And you can't rightly accuse me of anything I haven't done yet, so don't bother me with theoreticals that have no concrete basis in actual events. No retributions. No preemptive strikes. Only this immediate carnal delight. Now let's get on with it. I think it's pretty funny to dismiss causality and issues of identity persisting through time as meaningless since we depend on them, explicitly and implicitly, to get us safely through each and every day. Does anybody really think that they're discontinuous with the person that they were yesterday? And that we use that continuing sense of identity to predicate how we'll act tomorrow? Unless we need to throw all that out the window for a little quicky satisfaction now. Hot stuff.
It can seem like the present moment's all my lot because it's the only one I can control. Past and future are just secondary references for the present moment.
The most existential expression on the theme of love, but the moment is now gone, so I must also. (I knew Robert would find those first 2 stanzas appealing) :)
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