Poems, Imitations & Translations

Sunday

Oresteia - Chorus (8)



Cassandra:

There she goes
a simple girl
like me

to look at
my city’s
nemesis

teeny-bopper
dark hair
ponytail

a girl
who wouldn’t stain
the bedsheets

of the thirsty
goddess
with her maiden

blood
instead
she snuck off

here


[Euripides, Iphigenia at Aulis: ll. 1520-31]

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