Sylvia Plath - Poetry's Lioness: Cinderella 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…
so I really like sylvia plath (just like everyone else, I know)
I have a lot to say about that