Thursday, February 17, 2022

Another Odyssey, Terzata #34

The man, like a trackless train,

Makes his own determined grooves

With the churning of his brain.


Mud up to his axles, he moves

On his earthbound odyssey.

(Not one goddess approves.)


He’ll see the grassy sea

As he sinks into the sand.

“Now,” he cries, “for Persephone!”


A neap tide drowns the land,

While he, chugging into the main,

Discovers himself unmanned,

Rudderless, sane, and insane.



Feb. 2, 2022, was the 100th anniversary of 

James Joyce’s Ulysses.

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