CASSANDRA: a prelude

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Flowers


 

 
 
CASSANDRA.

O Mother, fill mine hair with happy flowers,
And speed me forth. Yea, if my spirit cowers,
Drive me with wrath! So liveth Loxias,
A bloodier bride than ever Helen was
Go I to Agamemnon, Lord most high
Of Hellas!... I shall kill him, mother; I
Shall kill him, and lay waste his house with fire
As he laid ours. 
 
 
Euripides, The Trojan Women 


 
Posted by Solveigh Goett at 23:27
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