Time curved around us , never chased
From behind as golden winged chariot
Hurrying near with vast wastes of time
Before us but curved around us neatly,
As coy mistress pouted a curve of lips.
Time curved around her and our stars
Submerging all in humongous space
In wonder that pointed determinedly
With needle showing how we curved
Around lips as if the corners of world.
(referring to Andrew Marvell’s poem To His Coy Mistress)