那王子傾身向穿鮮紅色高跟鞋的姑娘，
她碧綠的雙目斜視，隨着迴旋曲緩緩播放
那扇形的銀髮飄逸 閃爍波光
現在舞曲以翹起的小提琴開始 持續悠揚

那整體旋轉的高大玻璃殿堂
賓客如酒悄悄滑進燈光；
玫瑰蠟燭搖曳在紫丁香牆上
映射着百萬葡萄酒瓶的光亮，

而滑移的舞伴們都昏旋迷轉
領會假日開始的長長的陶醉，
臨近午夜十二點那奇怪的姑娘突然
象被擊而止，緊握王子，面色蒼白仿佛負罪

在忙亂的音樂和雞尾酒交談中
她聽到敲響了尖利刺耳的鐘。

Cinderella

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.

---Sylvia Plath