Don't have a lot of time on the internet today, so rather than posting a thing about Harry Potter, which I was going to, here is a poem from my favourite poet... No one beats Sylvia Plath! Take it away Sylvia!
Cinderella
The 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.
San Nakji for President!
2 comments:
Oooh...I like that! I've never read that one.
thanks for sharing!
It's funny, coz I hate poetry. Just can't get enough of hers though. Wonder when she'll write some more? ;o)
Insomnia is great, not sure which is my favourite though.
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