Ulysses’ Final Journey

POETRY FORMAT, 7 Mar 2022

Emanuel E. Garcia – TRANSCEND Media Service

Photograph courtesy of Ana Kyriou

Penelope dead,  my son in mourning,
I took a skiff along the craggy shores

I had no thirst for the world of men

My sleeping country slept,
Athena wrapped me in her shroud,
My sinews hard now as I followed

She it was who sang unearthly of forgotten vices,
My hollowed majesty

And I was glad, taking her hand,
To climb,
Longing as I did to stroke her brow
Unguiled,
And knowing I would never reach

March 2022

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Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is a Philadelphia-born writer, theatrical director, physician (retired psychiatrist), and a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace Development Environment. He has resided in New Zealand since 2006 and his political essays and poetry have appeared widely on various websites and publications including TMS. His most recent novel, published in 2021, is the story of an Italian wayfarer entitled Olympia. Website: www.emanuelegarcia.com. Email: emanuelegarcia@gmail.com.


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3 Responses to “Ulysses’ Final Journey”

  1. Edward Curtin says:

    Such an exquisite poem! We are there in that skiff with Ulysses, away from the world of men.

  2. Cathal MacGiolla Phoil says:

    A technical point. Should it not be Odysseus if you are mentioning Athena.
    Ulysses as you know is the Roman version of Odysseus and therefore Minerva would be the Roman equivalent of Athena.
    Again just a technical point for consistency.

    • Eeg says:

      It’s meant to bring both worlds and times together in a transcendent poetic blur