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:
- Million Man March Poem by Maya Angelou
- Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown poem – John Keats poems
- Notes for Canto CXX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дорога, дорога, счёта нет шагам
- Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, рабочий! Вот о чем сегодня речь (Главполитпросвет №166)
- Федор Тютчев – Как он любил родные ели
- The Plantster’s Vision poem – John Betjeman poems
- all-days-seem-same.html
- Владимир Маяковский – Наврут полный короб… (Главполитпросвет №68)
- The Female of the Species by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – На колоннаде
- The Grizzly Bear poem – A. E. Housman
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Валерий Брюсов – После ночи бессонной
- Валерий Брюсов – Я жизнью пьян. Напиток жгучий
- Василий Каменский – Из Симеиза в Алупку
- Василий Казин – Письмо
- Василий Казин – Ожидание
- Василий Казин – Ну, тебя ль, далекая
- Василий Казин – Не потому ль к любви вселенской
- Василий Казин – На могиле матери
- Василий Казин – Мой отец простой водопроводчик
- Василий Казин – Кирилл и Мефодий
- Василий Казин – Каменщик
- Василий Казин – Гармонист
- Василий Казин – Эпоха
- Василий Кубанёв – 12 июля
- Василий Курочкин – Юмористическим чутьем
- Василий Курочкин – Старая песня
- Василий Курочкин – Счастливец
- Василий Курочкин – Раздумье
- Василий Курочкин – Поэту адвокату
- Василий Курочкин – Ни в мать, ни в отца
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works

Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) was an Australian poet and essayist known for his satirical slant. He was also a critic, teacher and academic.