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Odyssey-Modern Poems Selected
Odyssey-Modern Poems Selected
Odyssey-Modern Poems Selected
Hermes
Far away,
dark before the shining exit-gates,
someone or other stood, whose features were
unrecognizable. He stood and saw
how, on the strip of road among the meadows,
with a mournful look, the god of messages
silently turned to follow the small figure
already walking back along the path,
her steps constricted by the trailing graveclothes,
uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.
Calypso’s Island (Archibald
MacLeish)
. 1
I
know
very
well,
goddess,
she
is
not
beautiful
. 2
As
you
are:
could
not
be.
She
is
a
woman,
. 3
Mortal,
subject
to
the
chances:
duty
of
. 4
Childbed,
sorrow
that
changes
cheeks,
the
tomb-‐-‐
. 5
For
unlike
you
she
will
grow
gray,
grow
older,
. 6
Gray
and
older,
sleep
in
that
small
room.
. 7
She
is
not
beautiful
as
you,
O
golden!
. 8
You
are
immortal
and
will
never
change
. 9
And
can
make
me
immortal
also,
fold
. 10
Your
garment
round
me,
make
me
whole
and
strange
. 11
As
those
who
live
forever,
not
the
while
. 12
That
we
live,
keep
me
from
those
dogging
dangers-‐-‐
. 13
Ships
and
the
wars-‐-‐in
this
green,
far-‐off
island,
. 14
Silent
of
all
but
sea's
eternal
sound
. 15
Or
sea-‐pine's
when
the
lull
of
surf
is
silent.
. 16
Goddess,
I
know
how
excellent
this
ground,
. 17
What
charmed
contentment
of
the
removed
heart
. 18
The
bees
make
in
the
lavender
where
pounding
. 19
Surf
sounds
far
off
and
the
bird
that
darts
. 20
Darts
through
its
own
eternity
of
light,
. 21
Motionless
in
motion,
and
the
startled
. 22
Hare
is
startled
into
stone,
the
fly
. 23
Forever
golden
in
the
flickering
glance
. 24
Of
leafy
sunlight
that
still
holds
it.
I
. 25
Know
you,
goddess,
and
your
caves
that
answer
. 26
Ocean's
confused
voices
with
a
voice:
. 27
Your
poplars
where
the
storms
are
turned
to
dances;
. 28
Arms
where
the
heart
is
turned.
You
give
the
choice
. 29
To
hold
forever
what
forever
passes,
. 30
To
hide
from
what
will
pass,
forever.
Moist,
. 31
Moist
are
your
well-‐stones,
goddess,
cool
your
grasses!
. 32
And
she-‐-‐she
is
a
woman
with
that
fault
. 33
Of
change
that
will
be
death
in
her
at
last!
. 34
Nevertheless
I
long
for
the
cold,
salt,
. 35
Restless,
contending
sea
and
for
the
island
. 36
Where
the
grass
dies
and
the
seasons
alter:
. 37
Where
that
one
wears
the
sunlight
for
a
while.
Circe's Power
I
never
turned
anyone
into
a
pig.
Some
people
are
pigs;
I
make
them
Look
like
pigs.