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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Posted by: Rachel | May 14, 2006 at 10:16 PM
and she takes her final bow,
graceful then-graceful now
Posted by: HHH | May 14, 2006 at 11:01 PM
Ooh. Tulips are so photogenic - I've been taking lots of pictures of them. The more I look at this, the more evocative it is. Lovely.
Posted by: Jean | May 15, 2006 at 04:41 AM
Oh, Beth... {{{hugs}}}
Posted by: Brenda | May 15, 2006 at 06:07 AM
that's lovely
Posted by: dale | May 15, 2006 at 12:25 PM
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Posted by: Mary | May 15, 2006 at 12:45 PM
Such sorrow and such beauty admixed.
Posted by: St Antonym | May 15, 2006 at 12:53 PM
Wow. I think you've got it.
I sympathize, and hope for you.
Posted by: Bill | May 16, 2006 at 07:10 AM
beth, you always had a way with words. Now you have one, where there are no words, with images.
Posted by: ruth | May 16, 2006 at 03:20 PM
{{Beth}} Lovely photo. Sad.
Posted by: leslee | May 16, 2006 at 08:10 PM
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Posted by: MB | May 21, 2006 at 01:18 AM