Without Effort Poem by Daniel Brick

Without Effort

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'A certain man has been abroad for many years; he is alone, and the god Poseidon keeps a hostile eye on him. Then after suffering storm and shipwreck, he comes home.'
Aristotle's Summary of Homer's 2nd Epic

In my mind's eye I see
Odysseus, the king with empty hands,
stand by the great ship
glowing with his riches and legend.
The sun in Phaeacia blurs
ocean and land: shore and plain
converge with waves and winds.
Odysseus, on the day of departure,
blinks into the wine-bright Aegean.
Time and again he turns craning
toward the sun, impatient for day's end,
for the open sea. He no longer
needs to bear hope: Ithaca
he can reach without effort.
He could do it in his sleep.

The Phaeacians spread a rug
and linen blanket on deck.
Odysseus embarks, lies down,
lies still. They ferry his sleep
across the foaming purple night-sea.
Ghosts, busy with oars and sail,
flit passed his dreamless eyes,
as he surrenders, falls deeper
into the moon-life of sleep.
They pray his long-tried mind
will dissolve like sea-mist
engulfed in spreading sunlight.

At dawn they place him,
still asleep, on his native shore.
In utter silence they leave
him, a secret king alone
among ancestors and enemies, a man
equipped with the gods' own wisdom.
In the near distance
the gray-eyed goddess waits,
without sleep, smiling
over his mortal needs.
She muses, 'Soon the sleeper
and his mission will be one.'

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Of all my poems, this one gives me a genuine sense of satisfaction. It derives from mythology, which means it takes both writer and reader
back to mythology, or more precisely, gives them a mythic awareness. According to Joseph Campbell in OCCIDENTAL MYTHOLOGY, the mythic awareness involves the 'Night Sea Journey, ' which plays out literally in Book 13. The Phaeacian ship actually takes the sleeping Odysseus back to Ithaca and put him on his native land - without waking him! It's a curious decision on their part: when he wakes up, he's bewildered, until Athena joins him and clarifies things. But this curious story has given psychologists and mythographers a brilliant example of the concept of the 'Night Sea Journey.' This is a usually traumatic psychological experience in which a patient goes through a
profound interior transformation, which begins, perhaps completes her/
his healing process. The imagery of 'night' and 'sea journey' show that this stage of recovery is dark, frightening, isolating. It could, of course, lead to deeper psychic pain, without the compassionate help of mental health professionals and loving friends.
However, once the patient completes this ' night sea journey, ' s/he
passes under the threshold of recovery. In Homer's plot, this is the
hero's homecoming, his arrival finally in Ithaca. I wrote this poem the way Homer wrote his epic, without explaining the psychological dimensions of the story. The narrative details are sufficient; the
reader can interpret them. And Homer himself - whoever he was -
deserves to be called the Father of Western Poetry. He lived at the end of a Mythological Age; he did not have to interpret myths the way we do: his life embodied the myths, and he lived a mythological life.
Someday I hope to write a parallel poem derived from the ILIAD, or perhaps, dear reader, you can write that poem, and I will read it with delight and wisdom at the site of your poems! 58
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simone Inez Harriman 30 October 2015

In my mind's eye I see Odysseus, the king with empty hands, stand by the great ship glowing with his riches and legend. I was captured by the opening, magical lines of the first stanza which set the scene magnificently of this homecoming, healing journey. i read on, fascinated with the unfolding of your poem and was stunned with the final stanza. Beautifully penned Daniel :)

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Daniel Brick 06 November 2015

I enjoyed writing this poem. It has a musical quality I wanted and I cut out passages that didn't have the melody I sensed. O worked many stanzas over and over, but curiously the last stanza you like came whole, no effort needed, as if the goddess spoke

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