Here you will find the Poem Cassandra of poet Louise Bogan
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.
