Ann Lauinger's pastiche of Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress," "Marvell Noir" was yesterday's Poetry Daily poem, and if you're any kind of enthusiastic reader of poetry and you've got an internet connection, then you go there on a regular basis (or you should anyway) and so you've likely already read it, but it is such a charmer that I thought I'd throw it up here anyway.