Robinson Jeffers

Allegheny, Pennsylvania
Robinson Jeffers
Allegheny, Pennsylvania
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Cassandra

Rating: 2.9
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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COMMENTS
Dan Jensen 11 June 2016
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.
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Janet Briggs 15 September 2017
Looks like it's been fixed. Thanks.
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