What Ulysses Said Poem by Shreyansh Swarnakar

I still wash the words Ulysses said
With my fluid thoughts red.
What he said means as much to me
As he does fret when he sees me askance.
Losing my stance have I been
Food for his stomach of concern.
Ulysses is why I am thus pensive,
Ulysses is a work not of this world.

Ulysses with a flame in his eyes brown,
Said to me, 'yours is a passion that, like Death bleary-eyed, knocks at the wrong door;
I mean no vitriol to char your skin, but forbid your two arms picking up a poisonous berry sweet seeming.
I'm your lamplight as you please,
Your soothsayer; what no one else sees, I see in you, and what no one disappoints, disappoints me.
My Brother must always remain true, and that must the greatest joy to me bring.
Modest are your true ways, you sigh at a moment's blunder;
Why must you so vainly wrong and laugh, I now wonder.'

Those hands that Ulysses was holding,
I threw them round his neck.
I stared, I winced, I smiled, I wept,
For in my heart had his deity crept.