by:
Suzanne Vega
My
name is Calypso
And
I have lived alone
I
live on an island
And
I waken to the dawn
A
long time ago
I
watched him struggle with the sea
I
knew he was drowning
And
I brought him into me
Now
today
Come
morning light
He
sails away
After
one last night
I
let him go
My
name is Calypso
My
garden overflows
Thick
and wild and hidden
is
the sweetness there that grows
My
hair it blows long
As
I sing into the wind
I
tell of nights
Where
I could taste the salt on his skin
Salt
of the waves
And
of tears
And
though he pulled away
I
kept him here for years
I
let him go
My
name is Calypso
I
have let him go
In
the dawn he sails away
To
be gone forever more
And
the waves will take him in again
But
he’ll know their ways now
I
will stand upon the shore
With
a clean heart
And
my song in the wind
The
sand will sting my feet
And
the sky will burn
It’s
a lonely time ahead
I
do not ask him to return
I
let him go
I
let him go
Questions:
1. What is the tone of this song?
2. Why do you think the words “I let him go”
are repeated so many times in the song?
3. Why does Calypso say that she has a “clean
heart”?
by: Dorothy Parker
In
the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where
the world and the sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas.
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I
shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise,
to heed a neighbor’s knock;
Brew
my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach
the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
Questions:
1. Who is “he” referred to in lines 1-5? How is he described?
2. How does the speaker describer her life?
3. On what aspects of Penelope’s life does this
poem focus?
4. What does Penelope symbolize?
by: Merwin
Always
the setting forth was the same,
Same
sea, same dangers waiting for him
As
though he had got nowhere but older
Behind
him on the receding shore
The
identical reproaches, and somewhere
Out
before him, the unraveling patience
He
was wedded to. There were the islands
Each
with its woman and twining welcome
To
be navigated, and one to call “home.”
The
knowledge of all that he betrayed
Grew
till it was the same whether he stayed
Or
went. Therefore, he went. And what
wonder if sometimes he could not remember
Which
was the one who wished on his departure perils that he could never sail
through, and which, improbable, remote,
and true, was the one he kept sailing home to?
Questions:
1. What aspects of the Odyssey are alluded to
in this poem?
2. What point does this poem make about
Odysseus’ adventures?
3. What ideas about life and experience does
this poem explore?
by:
Olga Broumas
The
Charm
The fire bites, the fire bites.
Bites
to the little death. Bites
till she comes to nothing. Bites
on her own sweet tongue.
She goes on.
Biting.
The
Anticipation
They tell me a woman waits, motionless till she’s
wooed. I wait
spiderlike, effortless as they weave
even my web for me, tying the cords in knots with
their courting hands. Such power over
them. And the spell their own. Who could release them? Who would untie the
cord
with a cloven hoof?
The
Bite
What I wear in the morning pleases
me: green shirt, skirt of wine. I am wrapped in myself as the smell of night
wraps round my sleep when I sleep outside.
By the time
I get to the corner
bar, corner store, corner construction
site, I become divine. I turn
men into swine.
Leave
them behind me whistling, grunting, wild.
Questions:
1. What do Circe and the speaker symbolize in
the poem?
2. What is the source of Circe’s power in the
myth and in the poem?
3. What is the significance of:
a.
“spiderlike”
b.
“courting hands”
c.
“cloven hoof”
by:
Margaret A. Wood
This
is the one song everyone
would
like to learn: the song
that
is irresistible:
The
song that forces men
to
leap overboard in squadrons
even
though they see the bleached skulls
The
song nobody knows
because
anybody who has heard it
is
dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall
I tell you the secret
and
if I do, will you get me
out
of this bird suit?
I
don’t enjoy it here
squatting
on this island
looking
picturesque and mythical
with
these two feathery maniacs,
I
don’t enjoy singing
this
trio, fatal and valuable.
I
will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come
closer. This song
is
a cry for help: Help me!
Only
you, only you can,
you
are unique
at
last. Alas
it
is a boring song
but
it works every time.
Questions:
1. Who were the sirens in Greek mythology? What effect did their song have on men?
2. What is the speaker’s “secret”?
3. What does the speaker say about her life?
4. What happens to the “you” at the end?

by Constantine
Cavafy
"As you set
out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon -
don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your
way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised
high,
as long as a rare sensation
touches your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops, wild Poseidon -
you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of
you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings
when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbours you're seeing
for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician
trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber
and ebony,
sensual perfumes of every kind -
as many sensual perfumes as you
can;
and may you visit many Egyptian
cities
to learn and go on learning from
those who know.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're
destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at
all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you
reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on
the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you
rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous
journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set
out.
She has nothing left to give you
now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka
won't have fooled you.
Wise as you have become, so full
of experience,
you'll have understood by then
what these Ithakas mean."
Questions:
1. What does “Ithaka” stand for
(what does it symbolize)?
2. What do “Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon” seem to
symbolize?
Like a spider committing suicide
each night I unweave the web of my day.
I have no peace.
About me the insistent buzz of flies
drones louder every day.
I am starving.
I watch them, always, unblinking stare.
All my dwindling will
I use in not moving, not trying, unweaving.
I pull in my empty nets
eating myself, waiting.
Questions:

By Edna St.
Vincent Millay
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my
apron:
Penelope did this too.
And more than once: you can’t keep weaving all day
And undoing it all through the night;
Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets
tight;
And along towards morning, when you think it will
never be light,
And your husband has been gone, and you don’t know
where, for years,
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do.
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of
my apron:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,
In the very best tradition, classic, Greek;
Ulysses did this too.
But only as a gesture,--a gesture which implied
To the assembled throng that he was much too moved
to speak.
He learned it from Penelope…
Penelope who really cried.
Questions:
The Cyclops in the Ocean
By Nikki Giovanni
Moving slowly…against time…patiently majestic…
The Cyclops…in the ocean…meets no Ulysses…
Through the night…he sighs…throbbing against the shore…declaring…for
the adventure…
A wall of gray…gathered by a slow touch…slash and
slither…through the waiting screens…separating into nodules…making my
panes…accept the touch…
Not content…to watch my frightened gaze…he clamors
beneath the sash…dancing to my sill…
Certain to die…when the sun…returns…
Tropical Storm Dennis
August 15-18, 1981, Florida
Questions:
