https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg By: Tracy Marks en-us 2019-01-29 20:38:12 UTC 2019-01-30 19:47:55 UTC hello@padlet.com iswanson1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325612337 The theme of this poem is longing and loss as well as loyalty from Odysseus to Penelope. Even though Odysseus is being lavished by another woman and has spent over 20 years without Penelope, he still wishes he was home with her. It shows his dedicated loyalty to Penelope and how he misses her as much as she misses him. ]]> 2019-01-29 20:51:08 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325612337 iswanson1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325613216 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? 

]]> 2019-01-29 20:53:38 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325613216 sbhatnagar1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616527 "Watering the blossoms of tomorrow, Penelope in her room winding the harp..."(Marks Even Odysseus Yearns)]]> 2019-01-29 21:02:49 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616527 iswanson1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616654 There are several examples of sound devices in this poem. One example is a small alliteration in the first line saying "I, wanderer, warrior," (Marks 1). ]]> 2019-01-29 21:03:15 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616654 myurong https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616718 The tone of the poem is melancholy, longing, and despair. The speaker uses phrases like  "Penelope, 
must memory alone sustain me..." to express this.]]> 2019-01-29 21:03:29 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325616718 sbhatnagar1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325617222 The quote "Letting slip through her fingers year after year, the colors of the season" represents the time passing in the perspective of seasons. ]]> 2019-01-29 21:05:09 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325617222 iswanson1 https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325617520 Compared to the Odyssey, Odysseus' viewpoint and deeper thought is more prominent. It shows his perspective towards Penelope and shows his inner thoughts instead of his adventures. ]]> 2019-01-29 21:06:04 UTC https://padlet.com/iswanson1/yp9cn9x5g8dg/wish/325617520