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November 06, 2007


thou mayst in me behold, when yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang upon those boughs that shake against the cold, bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang -

dang, that's as far as I got. Luckily for my lousy memory, he's online.

Love that image, and nice to think of one of my favorite sonnets from your title today.

It snowed here yesterday!

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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.