Immortality

Poem By Lisel Mueller

In Sleeping Beauty's castle
the clock strikes one hundred years
and the girl in the tower returns to the world.
So do the servants in the kitchen,
who don't even rub their eyes.
The cook's right hand, lifted
an exact century ago,
completes its downward arc
to the kitchen boy's left ear;
the boy's tensed vocal cords
finally let go
the trapped, enduring whimper,
and the fly, arrested mid-plunge
above the strawberry pie
fulfills its abiding mission
and dives into the sweet, red glaze.

As a child I had a book
with a picture of that scene.
I was too young to notice
how fear persists, and how
the anger that causes fear persists,
that its trajectory can't be changed
or broken, only interrupted.
My attention was on the fly:
that this slight body
with its transparent wings
and life-span of one human day
still craved its particular share
of sweetness, a century later.

Comments about Immortality

this slight body with its transparent wings and life-span of one human day still craved its particular share of sweetness, a century later. immortality and the sharing sweetness of a dream like attitude., tony
every thing has its purpose and time will not stop it
Brilliant poem. A descriptive assessment of the situation.
wow, people! notice how this poem which begins with reference to a fairy tale, to something of lesser consequence, ends with a profound note and a surprise. -glen kappy
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