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I will rise and go
\nDown into Troy, and ere the stars come forth
\nTalk with the wild Cassandra, for she says
\nA fire dances before her, and a sound
\nRings ever in her ears of armed men.
\nWhat this may be I know not, but I know
\nThat, wheresoe’er I am by night and day,
\nAll earth and air seem only burning fire.
\n\u2014Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Oenone (last lines) \u00a0(of a book-length but beautiful and haunting poem)<\/p>\n
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Christa Wolf’s\u00a0Cassandra <\/em>is, by the way, still on my top twenty list of books I liked the best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I will rise and go Down into Troy, and ere the stars come forth Talk with the wild Cassandra, for she says A fire dances before her, and a sound Rings ever in her ears of armed men. What this may be I know not, but I know That, wheresoe’er I am by night and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1921,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[197],"tags":[246,247],"class_list":["post-1919","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-alfred","tag-lord-tennyson"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n