OK guys, let's talk Susan Mitchell's take on The Frog Prince. I love the music of this poem--the last verse just kills. The panic in this portion is just so jarring, given the fact this woman liberated him:

At night I cannot sleep.
I am listening for the dribble of mud
climbing the stairs to our bedroom
as if a child in a wet bathing suit ran
up them in the dark.

Also, there is the obvious inversion of the "Frog Prince" myth. I think feminists could have a field day with this one. Isn't this ultimately a statement on the fickleness and immaturity of men? About our inability--or alleged inability--to grow up? Or is that too general? Is it about a specific kind of man, and whole idea of turning a loser into a husband. I.E. if you want a man, kiss a man--don't kiss a frog, under the pretense that the kiss will make him a man.

I don't want to say too much more, except that I first read this when I was 19 or 20, and it's one of those pieces that altered how I wrote, that made me more and more aware that great writing doesn't just ring true, in it's very rhythm, it should match the natural music that we all hear. Great writing, literally, sounds good to me--it pleases my eyes, and my ears.

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