MAKING PEACE WITH AN EMPTY TOWN
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Posted by me:) at 1:29 AM
CinderellaThe prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels, Her green eyes slant,hair flaring in a fan Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels Begin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine; Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting in a million flagons' shine, And glided couples all in whirling trance Follow holiday revel begun long since, Until near twelve the strange girl all at once Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk She hears the caustic ticking of the clock. Sylvia Plath |