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                <l>(In Memory of Arthur Griffith)</l>
<l>You had the prose of logic and of scorn,</l>
<l>And words to sledge an iron argument,</l>
<l>And yet you could draw down the outland birds</l>
<l>To perch beside the ravens of your thought-</l>
<l>The dreams whereby a people challenges</l>
<l>Its dooms, its bounds. In ungrown days we knew</l>
<l>you,</l>
<l>In ungrown days we heard you, and we heard</l>
<l>Amongst boys' voices and old men's voices</l>
<l>A man's full voice. The hillsides knew you too,</l>
<l>The deep sea knew you, where you'd swim of</l>
<l>mornings,</l>
<l>And we would call you by a kindly name.</l>
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               <l>And by that name I'd speak to you, and say</l>
<l>"You were the one who knew</l>
<l>What sacred resistance is in men</l>
<l>That are almost broken; how, from resistance used</l>
<l>A strength is born, a stormy, bright-eyed strength,</l>
<l>Like Homer's Iris, messenger of the gods,</l>
<l>Coming before the ships the enemy</l>
<l>Has fung the fire upon. Our own, our native</l>
<l>strength</l>
<l>You mustered up." But I will never say it,</l>
<l>Walking beside you, or looking on you,</l>
<l>With your strong brow, and chin was like a targe,</l>
<l>And eyes that were so kindly of us all.</l>
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               <l>And sorrow comes as on that August day,</l>
<l>With our ship cleaving through the seas for home,</l>
<l>And that news coming sparkling through the air,</l>
<l>That you were dead, and that we'd never see you</l>
<l>Looking upon the state that you had builded.</l>
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               <l>The news that came was like that weight of waters</l>
<l>Poured on our hopes! Our navies yet unbuilded,</l>
<l>Our city left inglorious on its site,</l>
<l>Our fields uncleared, and over</l>
<l>Our ancient house the ancient curse of war!</l>
<l>And could we pray, touching the island-homeland,</l>
<l>Other than this: "Odysseus, you who labored</l>
<l>So long upon the barren outer sea;</l>
<l>Odysseus, Odysseus, you who made</l>
<l>The plan that drove the wasters from the house,</l>
<l>And bent the bow that none could bend but you:</l>
<l>Be with us still:</l>
<l>Your memory be the watcher in our house,</l>
<l>Your memory be the flame upon our hills."</l>
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Odysseus Padraic Colum 2019 University of Nebraska–Lincoln Center for Alex Telesca's Fame
306 Andrews University of Nebraska–Lincoln Lincoln, NE 68588-4100 alextelesca@outlook.com
2019

Copyright © 2019 by Alex Telesca

 The Best Poems of 1924 L.A.G. Strong Padraic Colum October 1923 Small, Maynard & Company Publishers Boston

Alex Telesca Transcribed and encoded a poem Odysseus (In Memory of Arthur Griffith) You had the prose of logic and of scorn, And words to sledge an iron argument, And yet you could draw down the outland birds To perch beside the ravens of your thought- 5 The dreams whereby a people challenges Its dooms, its bounds. In ungrown days we knew you, In ungrown days we heard you, and we heard Amongst boys' voices and old men's voices 10 A man's full voice. The hillsides knew you too, The deep sea knew you, where you'd swim of mornings, And we would call you by a kindly name. And by that name I'd speak to you, and say "You were the one who knew What sacred resistance is in men That are almost broken; how, from resistance used A strength is born, a stormy, bright-eyed strength, 5 Like Homer's Iris, messenger of the gods, Coming before the ships the enemy Has fung the fire upon. Our own, our native strength You mustered up." But I will never say it, 10 Walking beside you, or looking on you, With your strong brow, and chin was like a targe, And eyes that were so kindly of us all. And sorrow comes as on that August day, With our ship cleaving through the seas for home, And that news coming sparkling through the air, That you were dead, and that we'd never see you Looking upon the state that you had builded. 5 The news that came was like that weight of waters Poured on our hopes! Our navies yet unbuilded, Our city left inglorious on its site, Our fields uncleared, and over Our ancient house the ancient curse of war! 5 And could we pray, touching the island-homeland, Other than this: "Odysseus, you who labored So long upon the barren outer sea; Odysseus, Odysseus, you who made The plan that drove the wasters from the house, 10 And bent the bow that none could bend but you: Be with us still: Your memory be the watcher in our house, Your memory be the flame upon our hills." Padraic Colum

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Odysseus Padraic Colum 2019 University of Nebraska–Lincoln Center for Alex Telesca's Fame
306 Andrews University of Nebraska–Lincoln Lincoln, NE 68588-4100 alextelesca@outlook.com
2019

Copyright © 2019 by Alex Telesca

 The Best Poems of 1924 L.A.G. Strong Padraic Colum October 1923 Small, Maynard & Company Publishers Boston

Alex Telesca Transcribed and encoded a poem Odysseus (In Memory of Arthur Griffith) You had the prose of logic and of scorn, And words to sledge an iron argument, And yet you could draw down the outland birds To perch beside the ravens of your thought- The dreams whereby a people challenges Its dooms, its bounds. In ungrown days we knew you, In ungrown days we heard you, and we heard Amongst boys' voices and old men's voices A man's full voice. The hillsides knew you too, The deep sea knew you, where you'd swim of mornings, And we would call you by a kindly name. And by that name I'd speak to you, and say "You were the one who knew What sacred resistance is in men That are almost broken; how, from resistance used A strength is born, a stormy, bright-eyed strength, Like Homer's Iris, messenger of the gods, Coming before the ships the enemy Has fung the fire upon. Our own, our native strength You mustered up." But I will never say it, Walking beside you, or looking on you, With your strong brow, and chin was like a targe, And eyes that were so kindly of us all. And sorrow comes as on that August day, With our ship cleaving through the seas for home, And that news coming sparkling through the air, That you were dead, and that we'd never see you Looking upon the state that you had builded. The news that came was like that weight of waters Poured on our hopes! Our navies yet unbuilded, Our city left inglorious on its site, Our fields uncleared, and over Our ancient house the ancient curse of war! And could we pray, touching the island-homeland, Other than this: "Odysseus, you who labored So long upon the barren outer sea; Odysseus, Odysseus, you who made The plan that drove the wasters from the house, And bent the bow that none could bend but you: Be with us still: Your memory be the watcher in our house, Your memory be the flame upon our hills." Padraic Colum