Penelope 1
Bittersweet day
My son is a man today
He sent me back
To the women quarters
No longer am I
Mistress of my household
Yesterday he was but a boy
Asking for my advice
Today he orders me
To bide his commands
Being the wife of an absent husband
I have to defer to him
Oh, where are you Ulysses?
We hear the strangest stories
From travellers, beggars and bards
Who to believe?
Are you even alive?
The rumours of your death
Are they to be believed?
Do they free me to remarry
Already Telemachus has pushed
Your father Laertes away
Too long you've been away
Even in my dreams
No longer I recognise your voice
The pillow has long lost the smell of your hair
Even Argos, your favourite hound
Doesn't answer to your name anymore.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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