The Theme of the Three Caskets

Abstract

One gold, one silver, one lead: who thinks this test easy has already flunked. Or, you have three daughters, two humming birds and the youngest, Cordelia, a grackle. And here's Cinderella, the ash-princess. Three guesses, three wishes, three strikes and you're out. You've been practicing for this for years, jumping rope, counting out, learning to waltz, games and puzzles, tests and chores. And work, in which strain and ease fill and drain the body like air having its way with the lungs. And now? Your palms are mossy with sweat. The more you think the less you understand. It's your only life you must choose, daily.