
Arnold Bocklin, "Odysseus & Calypso," 1883
Odysseus, you hick, you hot hayseed
You brash bumpkin from rocky Ithaca!
Athena to your every need paid heed;
Your smile was my pain’s prolegomena

I am a deathless goddess, beautiful
Each of my sneezes is a symphony
My sweet allure is irrefutable
But you, cunning peasant, rejected me

For I failed to be your fair Penelope
Making and unmaking Laertes’ shroud
She showed vile suitors more than they could see
And made her sweaty husband smugly proud

He left me here on cool Ogygia
I was vanquished by mortal nostalgia!
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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