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July 16, 2007


Very moving. A sense of continuity with oneself when young is important, isn't it? Really, that is something held inside oneself, of course. But physical reminders have an impact.

A catbird: you're keeping good company there!

"Maybe someday I'll re-bury them." Agh! Don't do that!

Hi Bill! Good to hear from you. Yes, the catbird seems to be my totem, I've been accompanied by them all my life. Someday I'll write something about that. As for the ax-heads, don't worry, I doubt I'll do it - but it's tempting.

Oh! Just came to this. I've been out of touch. So glad the poem moved you. It's been a touchstone poem of mine, obviously, for many many years.

I found this very lovely.

I Googled Jung Tower and found your blog. Your words are like a salve. Well done.

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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.