My favourite poem of all time is To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. I found it in a book of English poems when I was in the university, and I fell hopelessly in love. It was the first poem I ever intentionally memorised. Lines such as "A hundred years should go to praise thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze," and "the Grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace," somehow captured my heart and made me unable to forget …
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Yesterday I should have gone to school as I usually do, most Saturdays, to receive lectures in a dusty studio, with a dustier rug and tired air conditioners, but I didn't go. I stayed at home and got lost on the internet. I should have done some writing too, but I didn't, instead I toyed with my website.There was also a wedding I should have gone to, I didn't do that either, I didn't do any of the …