Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CASSANDER, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Cassander! O cassander!' - her mother's voice seems cle'r Last Line: "cassander! O cassander!"" jes' a-callin' thataway." Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Children; Marriage; Mothers; Childhood; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
"CASSANDER! O Cassander!" -- her mother's voice seems cle'r As ever, from the old back-porch, a-hollerin' fer her -- Especially in airly Spring -- like May, two year' ago -- Last time she hollered fer her, -- and Cassander didn't hear! Cassander was so chirpy-like and sociable and free, And good to ever'body, and wuz even good to me Though I wuz jes' a common -- well, a farm-hand, don't you know, A-workin' on her father's place, as pore as pore could be! Her bein' jes' a' only child, Cassander had her way A good-'eal more'n other girls; and neighbers ust to say She looked most like her Mother, but wuz turned most like her Pap, -- Except he had no use fer town-folks then -- ner yit to-day! I can't claim she incouraged me: She'd let me drive her in To town sometimes, on Saturd'ys, and fetch her home ag'in, Tel onc't she 'scused "Old Moll" and me, -- and some blame' city-chap, He driv her home, two-forty style, in face o' kith-and-kin. She even tried to make him stay fer supper, but I 'low He must 'a' kind o' 'spicioned some objections. -- Anyhow, Her mother callin' at her, whilst her father stood and shook His fist, -- the town-chap turnt his team and made his partin' bow. "Cassander! You, Cassander!" -- hear her mother jes' as plain, And see Cassander blushin' like the peach tree down the lane, Whilse I sneaked on apast her, with a sort o' hang-dog look, A-feelin' cheap as sorghum and as green as sugar-cane! (You see, I'd skooted when she met her town-beau -- when, in fact, Ef I'd had sense I'd stayed fer her. -- But sense wuz what I lacked! So I'd cut home ahead o' her, so's I could tell 'em what Wuz keepin' her. And -- you know how a jealous fool'll act!) I past her, I wuz sayin', -- but she never turnt her head; I swallered-like and cle'red my th'oat -- but that wuz all I said; And whilse I hoped fer some word back, it wuzn't what I got. -- That girl'll not stay stiller on the day she's layin' dead! Well, that-air silence lasted! -- Ust to listen ever' day I'd be at work and hear her mother callin' thataway; I'd sight Cassander, mayby, cuttin' home acrost the blue And drizzly fields; but nary answer -- nary word to say! Putt in about two weeks o' that -- two weeks o' rain and mud, Er mostly so: I couldn't plow. The old crick like a flood: And, lonesome as a borried dog, I'd wade them old woods through -- The dogwood blossoms white as snow, and redbuds red as blood. Last time her mother called her -- sich a morning like as now: The robins and the bluebirds, and the blossoms on the bough -- And this wuz yit 'fore brekfust, with the sun out at his best, And hosses kickin' in the barn -- and dry enough to plow. "Cassander! O Cassander!" . . . And her only answer -- What? -- A letter, twisted round the cook-stove damper, smokin'-hot, A-statin': "I wuz married on that day of all the rest, The day my husband fetched me home -- ef you ain't all fergot!" "Cassander! O Cassander!" seems, allus, 'long in May, I hear her mother callin' her -- a-callin', night and day -- "Cassander! O Cassander!" allus callin', as I say, "Cassander! O Cassander!" jes' a-callin' thataway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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