Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат)

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.

1. Soliloquy of the Solipsist
2. Brasilia
3. The Times Are Tidy
4. Perseus
5. April Aubade

Roald Dahl (Роальд Даль) Cinderella ("I guess you think you know this story")

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