by Sylvia Plath

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.

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  1. beautiful words...have you read the bell jar? x

  2. i havent =[ it's sitting on my bookshelf. i need to start it, after i finish my other million books...but it looks so good. i love Sylvia Plath. her story is so tragic, though!

  3. i clicked on it bc of the hair but then got inspired to read! thank you!

  4. Love this poems. Probably my favorite lines from Plath are:

    "I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
    I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
    We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
    Me and you."



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