Sea Grapes

That sail in cloudless light
which tires of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean
 
for home, could be Odysseus
home-bound through the Aegean,
just as that husband’s
 
sorrow under the sea grapes, repeats
the adulterer’s hearing Nausicaa’s name
in every gull’s outcry.
 
But whom does this bring peace? The classic war
between a passion and responsibility
is never finished, and has been the same
 
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