guides our small boat past Roman
quarries, past naked swimmers
to a green inlet where once
pirates moored, where Ulysses
grew lost in his love of song,
the rough cliff sounding back
something like his wife’s lost name.
guides our small boat past Roman
quarries, past naked swimmers
to a green inlet where once
pirates moored, where Ulysses
grew lost in his love of song,
the rough cliff sounding back
something like his wife’s lost name.