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Translated by Madeleine Campbell
She
All that follows is from worldly memory
the poets reinvented everything
they needed a man
to surpass the gods
and, like any man
far from his home
so oft in tears
to curse the wine-dark sea
and lacerate his face
when the poet died
another ten took his place and rewrote the story
and thus man created the myth
i nailed hope to the four walls of my cell
there’s no territory more vast than memory
i hollowed out its mountains, drained its rivers
turned over the stones of every rampart
waiting for my errant lover to return
the man who rallies your voices
endures your deliriums
and wears every mask
the man you call Ulysses
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