(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

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Comments (10)

The story of the neglected girl Cinderella is beautifully poetised
Why did she cut her toe off to date a prince? That's greedy and emo.
Laughter with a stinger in the end. Excellent poem for people to read and read deep.
From Denmark! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
My first time reading this. I enjoyed Sexton’s retelling of the tale which is now among the more than two hundred, as I understand it, from all over the world. A smart, though cynical, update. -GK
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