SpokenVerse | Cinderella by Sylvia Plath (read by Tom O'Bedlam) @SpokenVerse | Uploaded November 2012 | Updated October 2024, 30 minutes ago.
It's blacker than Disney's version. To give you a clue, it's about feeling alienated.
Here's the Grimm version of Cinderella.
classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/grimm/bl-grimm-cinderella.htm
I always wondered about the golden slipper fitting business when I was a kid. Why didn't she just show him the other slipper?
The first painting was by Gustave Doré (1832--1883)
The Cinderella tiles were designed by Edward Burne-Jones and painted by Lucy Faulkner in 1862. There are ten of them. You can buy them here:
williammorristile.com/morris_cinderella_tile.html
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
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.
It's blacker than Disney's version. To give you a clue, it's about feeling alienated.
Here's the Grimm version of Cinderella.
classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/grimm/bl-grimm-cinderella.htm
I always wondered about the golden slipper fitting business when I was a kid. Why didn't she just show him the other slipper?
The first painting was by Gustave Doré (1832--1883)
The Cinderella tiles were designed by Edward Burne-Jones and painted by Lucy Faulkner in 1862. There are ten of them. You can buy them here:
williammorristile.com/morris_cinderella_tile.html
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
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.