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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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September 06, 2011

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This is s lovely. Reminded me a lot of Jane Kenyon's poem, "Let Evening Come."

You are such a thoughtful person.

More: That cat looks exactly like our cat Fred. I did not tell him you said the cat was fat.

I wonder why the world is so full of half realized, abandoned, forgotten things. How can we redeem them?

And the poem reminded me of Goethe's perfect poem, Wanderers Nachtlied, one of the few poems I know by heart.

Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh,
in allen Wipfeln
spürest du
kaum einen Hauch;
die Vögelein schweigen im Walde,
warte nur, balde
ruhest du auch!

The Wanderer hears the gathering silence and reflects that he will soon also be at rest. This is a poem that does not translate.

So very beautiful, the poem. I, too, am a very (unschooled) admirer of Chinese poetry. And I also, as you know, admire your eye and your thought processes. The latter are similar to my own. I always get a lift in spirits when I visit your blog, Beth.

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