Also, for sure, that the terrible world depicted in the burial cloth Penelope weaves by day & secretly ravels at night is a world of visionary beauty, too: we can discern mythic meaning in the scattered stars, if we look.
And, that someone as hard-pressed as Penelope was in Odysseus’s absence can do a thing that matters when she sees patterns, & makes art.
I’d be very glad if their minds are freshened, opened, by image & sound, in the deep way measured, focused language does that.
Anything you would like to add? Reader: by all means, go read the Odyssey. Robert Fagles’ translation or Emily Wilson’s, your pick. Then maybe Fitzgerald’s, or Lattimore’s. Also, well….I do love to do poetry readings, class visits, workshops…
I’ve just retired from teaching in the Jackson Center for Creative Writing at Hollins, & still live in the Roanoke Valley, in southwest Virginia, where the mountains are as darkly purple-blue as Homer’s sea.
“Looking For Sunsets (In the Early Morning)”
by Cindy Hochman
“The Way Back”
“VAN GOGH TO HIS MISTRESS”
by Margo Taft Stever