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This poem is taken from PN Review 226, Volume 42 Number 2, November - December 2015.

Two Poems Len Krisak
Ulysses

For ten years, locust-suitors were his foemen,
While monster Round-Eye raged to know his nomen,
And killer wit Odysseus answered ‘No Man.’
Then, like that pius one – the Founding Roman –
He spurned his Didos at a goddess’ omen
And cleansed his home in blood, blood’s perfect bowman.

On Having Englished 4,807 Lines Of The Aeneid
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