Must I still bear the shame of lesser men?
Odysseus, adrift upon the seas.
You, Penelope, more faithful again,
Than Calypso with her most tempting breeze.
I must have struck Poseidon’s vengeful face,
While under the spell of someone I knew.
I destroyed your heart, and I took your grace.
I broke his curse; I’m coming home to you.
Only months left on this decaying ship,
And you will have me forever, my dear.
If I could see you now, I’d face the whip.
I dream, Penelope, to hold you near—
My dearest wife, keep your suitors at bay,
And never again from you shall I stray.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
Must I still bear the shame of lesser men?
Odysseus, adrift upon the seas.
You, Penelope, more faithful again,
Than Calypso with her most tempting breeze.
I must have struck Poseidon’s vengeful face,
While under the spell of someone I knew.
I destroyed your heart, and I took your grace.
I broke his curse; I’m coming home to you.
Only months left on this decaying ship,
And you will have me forever, my dear.
If I could see you now, I’d face the whip.
I dream, Penelope, to hold you near—
My dearest wife, keep your suitors at bay,
And never again from you shall I stray.
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