+ Odysseus’ Entrance To Ithaca Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Odysseus’ entrance to Ithaca



In silence he designed the claim
That in this land it was once the fame
Of all –the name, either in war or in game

Behind the princely shadows he came
In old ragged tunic to confused the aim
Of once a friend but turn a beast to blame

Hidden from his self made appearance
The strength that breaks the fate’s alliance
And be hailed and honored –the warrior’s brilliance

Before his eyes the pain and disappearance
The confrontation between the worlds and the heavens
That the wonderer’s horizon is in the malicious hands

The manly chest of a princely bearing
Screwed with precious soul, fresh as the morning
That in his eyes the lover’s dream that warms the evening

Troy is broken, Ithaca is in ruin
Men of arms is fallen; gods’ desire is in vain
But his will –the crown of a man all these years remain