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![]() PenelopeShe sees the sailor thrown against the sky, His death-mask silhouette Proud and straight-backed; spirit high while froth Gouting Scylla wept, Turning on her tears. Ten sly years Ulysses spun in Calypso's pirouette, While Athena's slick, apple-bitter wrath, Her hatred not spent, Kept burning out the years. Noman, named the titan Apocalypse, peer west, Steer strong and bent, And Telemachus, tell the time, mark no Suitor swept by Argus's eye. Hear the horrid harpy's caws Singing to the loon; Penelope with ragged claws Clutches at the loom. ![]() |
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