The Little Prince Who Grew
Like me he grew up slim and sturdy, blond
As Greece or Florida in sun. He crawled
And stood up. Women around us were fond
Of gold smiles, Philip and Phillip. They mauled
Us with their cuddling kisses. We were fine,
Right through it all, both of us a prince, though
The one was of the royal kind. The shine
From these two boys was like the gilded glow
Of white and gilded French provincial chests
In afternoons of spring, each interspersed
With laughter all day long, with little jests,
Nicknames and morningness ready to burst.
We each were waiting for our special hour.
We each required a planet and one flower.
This poem is part of a shorter sonnet sequence within this large sonnet sequence called The Encyclopedia Sonnetica. The shorter sonnet sequence is called “Philip, Prince of Greece and Great Britain.” I recommend you read this poem where it is set in its sonnet sequence. To do that, search for “Philip, Prince of Greece and Great Britain” here in The Encyclopedia Sonnetica.