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Prabhu Iyer Aug 2015
Oh Penelope, Penelope
in the winds blowing distant!

when storms gather at night
and lightning pierces the sea,
I see how Zeus has struck,
such is time, that
slices through the heart

Oh Penelope Penelope
Did I love you over honour?

Athene oh Athene,
were my prayers not enough?

In the small hours' brewing
pain, how I took valour granted,
oh to believe that destiny
is all but deed and dust,
that victory is about winning

Burying my knees in sand,
set on the horizon, here I mourn:
turning over the wheel of time,
too mortal my soul
for the love of a nymph

Oh Penelope, Penelope,
in the winds blowing distant!
Resurrecting this series: here, Odysseus mourns on Ogygia, prisoner to the nymph Calypso, longing for his lost love, Penelope, who he last saw before leaving for Troy.

In this re-imagining, I focus on Odysseus the man and his inner journey, rather than on the (external) Odyssey. Athene has conspired to stall Odysseus in his journeys, so that the pain makes him reflect on himself, leading to Her Self-revelation in him.

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