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The Odyssean Epic

Sing Homeric muse of brave Odysseus and those legends of Ancient Hrvatska, that Touristar might make known, the richness of their ancient ways to modern Man!

 
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Sing Homeric muse of brave Odysseus and those legends of
Ancient Hrvatska, that Touristar might make known
The richness of their ancient ways to modern Man!
 
Blown by the breath that howls from distant Pelorus,
Across the glassy Adriatic gulf,
Night-foundered on the shores of ancient Mljet,
His men strewn along the briny coast
As Autumn leaves blown by some Corinthian breeze
Lie littered about a pastoral vale,
His brave captain Igor lost in stupor born
Of sun and intoxicating island brew
Lay prone upon the pebbly strand,
Odysseus wandering alone along the wave-washed beach
Chanced upon a fairy nymph part-sunk  within the foam
And rushed into the sea to save her from her death.
Born of Dagon and a mortal maid,
Upward woman and downward fish, with pagan song
Th’enchantress lulled him into forgetful swoon,
Losing thought of home and hope of noble Ithaca.
 
For seven years the hero walked somnambulistic through the surf,
Until stout, fleet-footed Hermes from Olympus borne,
In bulk as huge as whom the fables name of monstrous size
Like Typhon whom the den by ancient Tarsus held
Or that sea beast Leviathan
Whom Illyrian barks mistook for some lonely isle
And anchored in its scaly rind
Were dragged into the gloomy deep,
Found the lovers caressing on the shore,
And with Stentorian roar commanded the siren free,
Fair Odysseus from her melifluous spell.
 
And with that too the crew were camera-free,
And hastily departing from the scene
Left to search Mljet in earnest need
Of cooling cans of Karlovacko beer.
 

Alex

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