Fairy Song Of Circe I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Fairy Song Of Circe I
Among the beach sands I
pace in this solitary revelry
Ah! if all the Earth were
but of one person inhabited!
the dusks, the nights enjoy I,
and still live, and suck
the pleasures sad of one
who no possessions has save
dawn and dusk and night and
all the rest:
who no labor requires and no
cares but sleeps and dreams
and dreams and sleeps
in what be young, in what be best
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It's a wonderful poem. And Homer never thought of such a characterization of Circe. I know Circe is a dangerous goddess to men and the male gods have exiled her to the far regions of the Earth but they must be afraid of trying to kill her, because she might be transformed into something awesome. Personally, I think once Hermes's gift of M-O-L-Y tames her wild spirit she is then the best thing that happens to Odysseus - OK, his son and wife are the very best things - but that still puts Circe in second place for blessings.