by Louise Bogan (1897 - 1970)
Cassandra
Language: English
To me, one silly task is like another. I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride. This flesh will never give a child its mother,-- Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, And madness chooses out my voice again, Again. I am the chosen no hand saves: The shrieking heaven lifted over men, Not the dumb earth, wherein they set their graves.
Text Authorship:
- by Louise Bogan (1897 - 1970) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stanley Grill (b. 1953), "Cassandra", 2021 [ 2 mezzo-sopranos, 2 violins ], from Temptresses, no. 5, confirmed with an online score [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-01-23
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