Penelope: NaPoWriMo Day 3
It’s of great profit that a busy queen
Match’d with a young husband, I mete and spread
Lenient laws unto a civilized race, that
Spend, and awake, and starve, and know not me.
I’m tired of travel: I will not sip life
At all: All times I have suffer’d
Greatly, have enjoyed greatly, both alone
And with those that loved me.
No one knows me. Staying at home
Little have I seen and known.
How shiny it is to move, to make a beginning
To be in use.
As tho’ to act were life! Life under life
Were all too little, and of the many to me
Much remains. All hours spent
From that ephemeral din, something less,
A taker of old things; and good it were
For a lot three suns to spend myself
And this red spirit running from unwant
To lead knowledge like a rising star
Before the least bound of human thought.
An opposite poem, I chose ‘Ulysses’ by Tennyson. I wrote on this prompt.