Cathedral baptism:
a family of forty
in high heels and suits
takes vows,
provides a cake --
but they'll be gone
before the icing
is licked from our
fingers.
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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.
Ohh, lovely. That shaft of light, and the transiency of it all.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | May 05, 2009 at 06:35 PM