Welcome Eager Readers! (And Writers)

Thanks for stopping by. Please read our "About" page for some more information and please look over our submission guidelines that are on the right before submitting.

Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan

Laura, Toucan Editrice

Monday, October 1, 2012

Song of Ulysses, Clinton Van Inman

For greatness and glory’s sake,
For all things rich and noble,
In proud ships tall let us make
Again where only men are able.

Tired we’ve grown of glitter and gold,

The Cimmerian curse of a market place,
Let us dream of Delphic days of old
That even Poseidon’s rage could not erase.

Come, arise, my men, arise

For tomorrow we shall sail
Again under blue Aegean skies
There to find newer walls to assail.

The Sirens’ song had made us weak

For we have slept too long and late.
Now for greater joys let us seek
Knowing we are masters of our fate.

No comments:

Post a Comment