sansapond:

“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.”

– Sylvia Plath

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