A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000)
by Alec Derwent Hope
Year after year the princess lies asleep
Until the hundred years foretold are done,
Easily drawing her enchanted breath.
Caught on the monstrous thorns around the keep,
Bones of the youths who sought her, one by one
Rot loose and rattle to the ground beneath.
But when the Destined Lover at last shall come,
For whom alone Fortune reserves the prize
The thorns give way; he mounts the cobwebbed stair
Unerring he finds the tower, the door, the room,
The bed where, waking at his kiss she lies
Smiling in the loose fragrance of her hair.
That night, embracing on the bed of state,
He ravishes her century of sleep
And she repays the debt of that long dream;
Future and Past compose their vast debate;
His seed now sown, her harvest ripe to reap
Enact a variation on the theme.
For in her womb another princess waits,
A sleeping cell, a globule of bright dew.
Jostling their way up that mysterious stair,
A horde of lovers bursts between the gates,
All doomed but one, the destined suitor, who
By luck first reaches her and takes her there.
A parable of all we are or do!
The life of Nature is a formal dance
In which each step is ruled by what has been
And yet the pattern emerges always new
The marriage of linked cause and random chance
Gives birth perpetually to the unforeseen.
One parable for the body and the mind:
With science and heredity to thank
The heart is quite predictable as a pump,
But, let love change its beat, the choice is blind.
‘Now’ is a cross-roads where all maps prove blank,
And no one knows which way the cat will jump.
So here stand I, by birth a cross between
Determined pattern and incredible chance,
Each with an equal share in what I am.
Though I should read the code stored in the gene,
Yet the blind lottery of circumstance
Mocks all solutions to its cryptogram.
As in my flesh, so in my spirit stand I
When does this hundred years draw to its close?
The hedge of thorns before me gives no clue.
My predecessor’s carcass, shrunk and dry,
Stares at me through the spikes. Oh well, here goes!
I have this thing, and only this, to do.

A few random poems:
- Virtual Impressions by Renu Ayyar
- Craigieburn Wood by Robert Burns
- The Grey Rock by William Butler Yeats
- Ольга Седакова – Филемон и Бавкида
- Илья Эренбург – Жилье в горах, как всякое жилье
- CIA Dope Calypso by Allen Ginsberg
- Mediocrity in Love Rejected by Thomas Carew
- Little Of Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: Elegy On “Stella”: The following poem is the work of some hapless son of the Muses who deserved a better fate. There is a great deal of “The voice of Cona” in his solitary, mournful notes; and had the sentiments been clothed in Shenstone’s language, they would have been no discredit even to that elegant poet.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Remorseful Apology:
- Николай Языков – Дом сумасшедших в Дерпте
- Юрий Левитанский – Грач над березовой чащей
- Cold Eyes by Vaishnavi Prakash
- The Beggar by William Ellery Leonard
- Вера Звягинцева – На смерть Есенина
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
- Old Tom Again by William Butler Yeats
- Old Memory by William Butler Yeats
- Oil And Blood by William Butler Yeats
- O Do Not Love Too Long by William Butler Yeats
- Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen by William Butler Yeats
- News For The Delphic Oracle by William Butler Yeats
- Never Give All The Heart by William Butler Yeats
- Mohini Chatterjee by William Butler Yeats
- Model For The Laureate by William Butler Yeats
- Michael Robartes And The Dancer by William Butler Yeats
- Men Improve With The Years by William Butler Yeats
- Memory by William Butler Yeats
- Meeting by William Butler Yeats
- Meditations In Time Of Civil War by William Butler Yeats
- Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
- Blood And The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- Before The World Was Made by William Butler Yeats
- Beautiful Lofty Things by William Butler Yeats
- Baile And Aillinn by William Butler Yeats
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Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) was an Australian poet and essayist known for his satirical slant. He was also a critic, teacher and academic.