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I	A
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister Troy's	B
burning flower from Sparta the beautiful sea flower	C
Cut in clear stone crowned with the fragrant golden mane she	D
the ageless the uncontaminable	E
This Clytemnestra was her sister low statured fierce lipped not	F
dark nor blonde greenish gray eyed	G
Sinewed with strength you saw under the purple folds of the	H
queen cloak but craftier than queenly	E
Standing between the gilded wooden porch pillars great steps of	I
stone above the steep street	J
Awaiting the King	K
Most of his men were quartered on the town	L
he clanking bronze with fifty	D
And certain captives came to the stair The Queen's men were	C
a hundred in the street and a hundred	M
Lining the ramp eighty on the great flags of the porch she	D
raising her white arms the spear butts	B
Thundered on the stone and the shields clashed eight shining	K
clarions	B
Let fly from the wide window over the entrance the wildbirds of	I
their metal throats air cleaving	K
Over the King come home He raised his thick burnt colored	N
beard and smiled then Clytemnestra	C
Gathering the robe setting the golden sandaled feet carefully	D
stone by stone descended	M
One half the stair But one of the captives marred the comeliness	B
of that embrace with a cry	C
Gull shrill blade sharp cutting between the purple cloak and	O
the bronze plates then Clytemnestra	C
Who was it The King answered A piece of our goods out of	I
the snatch of Asia a daughter of the king	K
So treat her kindly and she may come into her wits again Eh	P
you keep state here my queen	Q
You've not been the poorer for me In heart in the widowed	R
chamber dear she pale replied though the slaves	B
Toiled the spearmen were faithful What's her name the slavegirl's	B
AGAMEMNON Come up the stair They tell me my kinsman's	B
Lodged himself on you	S
CLYTEMNESTRA Your cousin Aegisthus He was out of refuge	T
flits between here and Tiryns	B
Dear the girl's name	U
AGAMEMNON Cassandra We've a hundred or so other	C
captives besides two hundred	M
Rotted in the hulls they tell odd stories about you and your	C
guest eh no matter the ships	B
Ooze pitch and the August road smokes dirt I smell like an	V
old shepherd's goatskin you'll have bath water	C
CLYTEMNESTRA	C
They're making it hot Come my lord My hands will pour it	W
They enter the palace	B
CASSANDRA	C
In the holy city	D
In Troy when the stone was standing walls and the ash	X
Was painted and carved wood and pictured curtains	B
And those lived that are dead they had caged a den	Y
Of wolves out of the mountain and I a maiden	Z
Was led to see them it stank and snarled	A2
The smell was the smell here the eyes were the eyes	B
Of steep Mycenae O God guardian of wanderers	B
Let me die easily	D
So cried Cassandra the daughter of King Priam treading the steps	B
of the palace at Mycenae	Z
Swaying like a drunken woman drunk with the rolling of the	C
ship and with tears and with prophecy	D
The stair may yet be seen among the old stones that are Mycenae	Z
tall dark Cassandra the prophetess	B
The beautiful girl with whom a God bargained for love high nurtured	N
captive shamefully stained	B2
With the ship's filth and the sea's rolled her dark head upon her	C
shoulders like a drunken woman	Z
And trod the great stones of the stair The captives she among	K
them were ranked into a file	E
On the flagged porch between the parapet and the spearmen	Z
The people below shouted for the King	K
King Agamemnon returned conqueror after the ten years of	I
battle and death in Asia	C
Then cried Cassandra	C
Good spearmen you did not kill my father not you	S
Violated my mother with the piercing	K
That makes no life in the womb not you defiled	B2
My tall blond brothers with the masculine lust	B2
That strikes its loved one standing	K
And leaves him what no man again nor a girl	E
Ever will gaze upon with the eyes of desire	C
Therefore you'll tell me	D
Whether it's an old custom in the Greek country	D
The cow goring the bull break the inner door back	K
And see in what red water how cloaked your King	K
Bathes and my brothers are avenged a little	E
One said Captive be quiet And she What have I to be quiet for	C
you will not believe me	D
Such wings my heart spreads when the red runs out of any	D
Greek I must let the bird fly O soldiers	B
He that mishandled me dies The first one of your two brute	B2
Aj axes that threw me backward	B2
On the temple flagstones a hard bride bed I enduring him	C2
heard the roofs of my city breaking	K
The roar of flames and spearmen what came to Ajax Out of a	C
cloud the loud winged falcon lightning	K
Came on him shipwrecked clapped its wings about him clung	K
to him the violent flesh burned and the bones	B
Broke from each other in that passion and now this one returned	B2
safe the Queen is his lightning	K
While she yet spoke a slave with haggard eyes darted from the	C
door there were hushed cries and motions	B
In the inner dark of the great hall Then the Queen Clytemnestra	C
issued smiling She drew	C
Her cloak up for the brooch on the left shoulder was broken the	C
fillet of her hair had come unbound	B2
Yet now she was queenly at length and standing at the stair head	B2
spoke Men of Mycenae I have made	B2
Sacrifice for the joy this day has brought to us the King come	D2
home the enemy fallen fallen	Z
In the ashes of Asia I have made sacrifice I made the prayer	C
with my own lips and struck the bullock	K
With my own hand The people murmured together She's not	B2
a priestess the Queen is not a priestess	B
What has she done there what wild sayings	B
Make wing in the Queen's throat	B2
CLYTEMNESTRA I have something to tell you	C
Too much joy is a message bearer of misery	C
A little is good but come too much and it devours us Therefore	C
we give of a great harvest	B2
Sheaves to the smiling Gods and therefore out of a full cup we	C
pour the quarter No man	Z
Dare take all that God sends him whom God favors or destruction	Z
Rides into the house in the last basket I have been twelve years	B
your shepherdess I the Queen have ruled you	C
And I am accountable for you	C
CASSANDRA	C
Why should a man kill his own mother	C
The cub of the lion being grown	Z
Will fight with the lion but neither lion nor wolf	E2
Nor the unclean jackal	E
Bares tooth against the womb that he dropped out of	I
Yet I have seen	Z
CLYTEMNESTRA	C
Strike that captive woman with your hand spearman and then	Z
if the spirit	B2
Of the she wolf in her will not quiet with the butt of the spear	C
CASSANDRA the blade in the child's hand	B2
Enter the breast that the child sucked that woman's	B
The left breast that the robe has dropped from for the brooch is	B
broken	Z
That very hillock of whiteness and she crying she kneeling	K
The spearman 'who is nearest CASSANDRA covers her mouth	F2
twith his hand	B2
CLYTEMNESTRA	C
My sister's beauty entered Troy with too much gladness They	G2
forgot to make sacrifice	B
Therefore destruction entered therefore the daughters of Troy	C
cry out in strange dispersals and this one	Z
Grief has turned mad I will not have that horror march under	C
the Lion gate of Mycenae	Z
That split the citadel of Priam Therefore I say I have made	B2
sacrifice I have subtracted	B2
A fraction from immoderate joy For consider my people	E
How unaccountably God has favored the city and brought home	H2
the army King Agamemnon	Z
My dear my husband my lord and yours	B
Is yet not such a man as the Gods love but insolent fierce overbearing	K
whose folly	C
Brought many times many great evils	B
On all the heads and fighting hopes of the Greek force Why	C
even before the fleet made sail	E
While yet it gathered on Boeotian Aulis this man offended He	C
slew one of the deer	C
Of the sacred herd of Artemis out of pure impudence hunter's	B
pride that froths in a young boy	C
Laying nock to string of his first bow this man grown a grave	I2
king leader of the Greeks	B
The angry Goddess	B
Blew therefore from the horn of the Trojan shore storm without	B2
end no slackening no turn no slumber	C
Of the ea	P

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