Aesthetic Realism Online Library Poetry by Eli Siegel

Towards Homer: Free Verse, Beginning with the First Lines of Pope's Translation of the Odyssey

O Muse, tell of

The man diverse in wisdom,

And much, in his life, with sorrow.

He helped, with his might, to have Troy fall,

Troy with its meaning, Troy seen sadly by destiny.

Her divinely built wall stood no more.

This man wandered from land to land,

Observing as he went from place to place.

The ways of men he noted, how their lives were.

Oh, the seas in tumult that he contested were innumerable.

All, so that, safe with his friends, he come to be on the shore he saw first.

The trying of this man was vain.

The god of the sun

Became angry with those men of his who meddled with the herds that were the god's.

This god ordained that these not reach

The shore of their first mornings.

O muse of heaven, take some of what happened,

Now lying within fate as record,

And narrate it to our world.