Unfortunately, one of the cheesiest poems in the public domain, Ithaca by C.P. Cavafy manages somehow in its mangling of rather a nice sentiment, to foist upon the author a rhyme of considerable merit, though of some concerning grief. First, one must despise being lectured and patronized, but if I am going to encounter eighteen episodes of drama after departing the homeland, as surely I must, I can only send peals to the sunbeams above that they might settle upon me melodies immeasurably more beautiful than the honk-honk that C.P. somehow once thought fit to publish. The horror:
As you set out on the way to Ithaca
hope that the road is a long one,
filled with adventures, filled with understanding.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
Poseidon in his anger: do not fear them,
you’ll never come across them on your way
as long as your mind stays aloft, and a choice
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes,
savage Poseidon; you’ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.
Hope that the road is a long one.
Many may the summer mornings be
when—with what pleasure, with what joy—
you first put in to harbors new to your eyes;
may you stop at Phoenician trading posts
and there acquire fine goods:
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and heady perfumes of every kind:
as many heady perfumes as you can.
To many Egyptian cities may you go
so you may learn, and go on learning, from their sages.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind;
to reach her is your destiny.
But do not rush your journey in the least.
Better that it last for many years;
that you drop anchor at the island an old man,
rich with all you’ve gotten on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
Ithaca gave to you the beautiful journey;
without her you’d not have set upon the road.
But she has nothing left to give you any more.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca did not deceive you.
As wise as you’ll have become, with so much experience
you’ll have understood, by then, what these Ithacas mean.
Today’s Saturday Stumper
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