From Poems of Farewell: To Sleeping Beauty
"The prince longing for Sleeping Beauty waits outside her tower"
For all these years—has it been a hundred yet,you’ve slept in a tower high above the world.No one could crawl through these thorns,these vines,these obstaclesto wake you.I’ve come before--not even knowing you--and stood here by this wall,looking up,straining for some...