| Speak, memory - Of the cunning hero, the wanderer, blown off course time and again, after he plundered Troy's sacred Heights. Speak of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped, The suffering deep in his heart at sea as he struggled to survive ... Speak, Immortal One, and tell the tale once more in our time. This could be my story, or any man's story. Like Odysseus I have lived, and traveled through life, loved and fought and been blown off course more than once. But still I dream, and hope, for love. |
