Robinson Jeffers

(10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

Cassandra - Poem by Robinson Jeffers

The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra,
Whether the people believe
Your bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth, they'd liefer
Meet a tiger on the road.
Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but religion—
Vendors and political men
Pour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised for kindly
Wisdom. Poor bitch be wise.
No: you'll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to men
And gods disgusting—you and I, Cassandra.


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  • Dan Jensen (6/11/2016 8:03:00 AM)

    The text of this poem has not been recorded correctly here. Line 9 should end with kindly instead of kind. I have checked several authoritative sources on this to confirm. (Report) Reply

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  • Dan Jensen (6/11/2016 8:01:00 AM)

    The text of this remarkable poem has not been recorded correctly here. Line 9 should end with kindly instead of kind. I have checked several authoritative sources on this to confirm. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2016


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