[lit-ideas] Sleeping Beauty
- From: "Stan Spiegel" <writeforu2@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>, "Alisa Spiegel" <ASpi1298@xxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 13:11:04 -0400
Sleeping Beauty
by Carl Trypanis
He reached the hedge, a wall of curling thorns,
Broke in, and bleeding, stared across damp shade
At drifts of ancient leaves and ancient lawns
Asleep beneath a marble balustrade.
He struggled on, was forced to kneel, to crouch,
Before he gripped the door, weeds glossed on stone,
Then climbed the marble steps, and on her couch
The Princess slept alone.
Bird-slender throbbed her throat against a rope
of pearls. This was the Sleeping Beauty, no mistake.
But he was not the Prince. How could he hope?
Why kiss a mouth he could not coax to wake?
Beyond her ogived windows not a thing
Was moving in that garden. Still half-cleft
The log lay in the yard. Sleep was the king.
And so he turned and left.
And still the garden sleeps, and nothing stirs,
And nobody has found that palace since.
Had he but knelt and laid his lips on hers,
He would have been the Prince.
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