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This poem shows how Odysseus is trapped on an island and is "written" by him. The perspective the poem has is first person omniscient. While the odyssey is more focused on Telemachus finding Odysseus. The Odyssey's perspective is third person omniscient. In the poem Odysseus is emphasized the most because he is alone with his thoughts on Ogygia. Poetic Element ⇑ .

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Odyssey viewpoint vs. Even Odysseus yearns

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Odyssey viewpoint vs. Even Odysseus yearns

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The Odyssey is written in 3rd person Omniscient and Even Odysseus yearns was written in 1st person. Both poems contain elevated language, high level diction, lots of poetic elements, and imagery

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The common theme expressed throughout the poem is that everyone possesses a soft spot in their heart. This is shown through the masculine hero Odysseus being weakened by the absence of Penelope. This is demonstrated in the text when he says, "Penelope, are you more than memory?
In my dreams I become your loom,
You ravel and unravel my hopes." (Marks 11-13)

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In the poem Odysseus is often comparing Penelope to a memory or dream. An example of this is when Marks says, "The silky black tendrils of her hair weaving through the tapestry of my thoughts" (10).

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The language type is elevated because he uses strong word choice throughout the poem.

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The diction of this poem is used to show dramatic events and emphasize imagery in the poem.

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The Poet uses the poetic element repetition not directly repeating a line but  that Odysseus is asking if Penelope is only a memory or that his love for her was a memory and that his memory is the only thing that could sustain him. Also his love for Penelope is slowly turning into a distant thing of the past but he still clings on."Penelope, are you more than memory?" (Tracy Marks-11) " Am I then in love only with memory?"(Tracy Marks-28) "Must memory alone sustain me" (

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The theme is everyone has a weakness. It is shown in throughout the poem anytime Odysseus mentions Penelope as being a dream or memory since he misses her so much. For instance, "Penelope, are you more than memory" (Marks 11)

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Marks often repeats the same idea in the story which is Odysseus wondering if Penelope is the same person that he originally knew and loved and id she still loves him.  An example of this when Odysseus says, "Penelope, do you wait for me?" (17).

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Marks's poem uses imagery in explaining all his adventures with dramatic and detailed language. One location she writes this is, "who enchanted goddesses
But escaped their grasp,
Could not be seduced by Sirens,
Tied to the mast of past longings, heard another's song,
Saw another's face," (5-9). Odysseus explains how through all the situations of being with beautiful women he stayed faithful and loving of Penelope. The use of this imagery helps solidify his point.

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The tone of the poem is a sad, forlorn, depressed feeling.

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Even Odysseus YearnsA poem inspired by the Odyssey
copyright 2001 by Tracy Marks
(Torrey Philemon of Ancient Sites)
I, wanderer, warrior,
Strategist, explorer,
Inventor of schemes which conquered Troy,
Outwitting even Poseidon's one-eyed son.
I, who enchanted goddesses
But escaped their grasp,
Could not be seduced by Sirens,
Tied to the mast of past longings, heard another's song,
Saw another's face,
The silky black tendrils of her hair weaving through the tapestry of my thoughts.Penelope, are you more than memory?
In my dreams I become your loom,
You ravel and unravel my hopes.

Are you the Penelope I knew or have you too forgotten,
Foundered, as I did in that mad mad war, in these madder wanderings,
And even now in the wonderings of my tide-tossed mind.
Penelope, do you wait for me?
What have I lost in this world of brawn and manly prowess,
Where women are goddesses or slaves,
Above or below me,
Where human hearts dare not yearn
For what they cannot claim or reclaim?

In the mist I see Penelope in her garden,
Watering the blossoms of tomorrow,
Penelope in her room winding the warp,
Twisting the skeins of yesterday,
Letting slip through her fingers year after year, the colors of the seasons.

Am I then in love only with memory?
I, the wily Odysseus, humbled by wisps of dreams
Waking me at dawn to stare at the rising tumescent sun swollen on the horizon,
Behind me always.
But only in the dusk of this vast western emptiness,
Lies the warming call of home.Penelope,
Must memory alone sustain me,
Or do you live outside my mind,
Daily scanning the craggy shore of Ithaca
Peering across that fog-gray desolation,
Weaving into your woolly nights the foam of this churning sea,
Waiting for me?