UNDER ITHAKA’S BLUE SKY AGAIN
Now standing under Ithaka’s blue sky
Again, only the enemy to find,
This time at home, and, even worse, to lie
So much within, something still undefined,
He looks long, out to his familiar sea,
Searching it for some thing in himself lost,
While fearing finding it, this mystery
To mock his wiliness, ocean uncrossed.
Now he must begin the journey inward
And dare to see the man Kalypso saw
Among the swine, driven by lust, absurd,
To see husband and hero through the eyes
Of patient Penelope, without awe,
Of Achilles, as someone to despise.
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AMOUR DE LOIN
That distant, fetching look
in her eyes,
that glint of perfect pleasure
that hint of some forbidden
are captured in the glance she
turns to me,
and then I see the phone-bud
in her ear.
Rick Hite is professor emeritus of theater and communications at Virginia Wesleyan College. He has published plays, translations, and poetry in the U. S. and Spain, and he has had works produced both here and abroad.