Song of Ulysses

By Clinton Van Inman

For greatness and glory’s sake,

For all things rich and noble,

In proud ships tall let us make

Again where only men are able.


Tired we’ve grown of glitter and gold,

The Cimmerian curse of a market place,

Let us dream of Delphic days of old

That even Poseidon’s rage could not erase.


Come, arise, my men, arise

For tomorrow we shall sail

Again under blue Aegean skies

There to find newer walls to assail.


Circe’s song had made us weak

For we have slept too long and late.

Now for greater joys let us seek

Knowing we are masters of our fate.


This woeful world is much too remiss,

But only in a world such as this

One without comfort, joy, or bliss

Dare we climb the steps of Olympus.


Come my men, let us venture

Into the depths of the setting sun,

There we’ll find newer worlds to conquer

Long, long after this day is done.


I am a high school teacher in Hillsborough County, Florida.  I am 65 and a graduate of San Diego State University. I was born in Walton on Thames, England.  Recent publications include The Warwick Journal, Poetry Magazine, One of Four, Down in the Dirt, May, June, July, The Inquistion, The Journal, The New Writing, The Hudson Review, Essence, Forge, Houston Literary Review, Greensilk Journal, BlackCatPoems,, and the forthcoming issue of Grasslimb in August. Hopefully, these will be published in a future book called, “Caliban.”

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