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Odysseus the Liar

So Circe never won the heart inside you,
never, so you say?
And yet it was your men,
now wasn’t it,
homesick, sore afraid,
and longing for their unforgotten wives,
who had to prize you from her grasp
to sail again the sea
towards delayed Ithaca,
recall you to your stated destiny?

What lies, you spin!
For one who claims his name means
“Born for Pain”,
you took your time, and theirs,
a year
in pleasurings.

And this I also know:
If Circe called to you again
called with her sirens’ voice,
you’d quickly turn your hollow ship around,
to wake a hurried Eastern course towards her,
for pleasure’s sake.
Written by Baldwin
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Author's Note
A response to Book 6 of the Odyssey.
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