Sonnets on the theme of 'Distance'. The bed is cold again. Penelope, familiar with his ways, walks to the shore.
Sweet tail of awe, desire, dithering;
flush-faced the loyal queen of Ithaca;
Unswam he, in the dock pleas shivering;
rambling hill thoughts of kindly ancestor.
Seasons turn, still summerly I adore,
rereading viii and i and iii and iv.
Sweet tail of awe, desire, dithering;
flush-faced the loyal queen of Ithaca;
Unswam he, in the dock pleas shivering;
rambling hill thoughts of kindly ancestor.
Seasons turn, still summerly I adore,
rereading viii and i and iii and iv.