Parabola

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.

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Poems in English 

• Letters to the Otherworld by Fledermaus
• English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Woman Commends Her Little Son. Кэтрин Тайнен. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. The Rhyme of Joyous Garde. Адам Линдсей Гордон. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Epigram, 1734. Мэри Уортли Монтегю. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. A Christmas Carol. Кристина Джорджина Россетти. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Bellona. Адам Линдсей Гордон. by Poetry In English
• The Azure Sea of an alien tongue by Fledermaus
• Happy Victory Day – May 9, 2022 by Fledermaus
• English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Vision of the Archangels. Руперт Брук. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wait. Элла Уилкокс. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 29. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 34. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 23.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 26. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 21.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 20. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 42. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 9. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English
• English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 45. Филип Джеймс Бэйли. by Poetry In English

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