Odysseus to Telemachus. Written and read by Jospeh Brodsky (Ио́сиф Алекса́ндрович Бро́дский) Haphazard editing by me. Audio file from 'A Century of Recorded Verse, vol 4' Image 1: Telemachus and Menor, by Pablo E. Fabisch (1699) Image 2: Joseph Brodsky, by Mikhail Lemkhin Image 3: The Return ofTelemachus, by Angelica Kauffmann (1770-80) Image 4: Joseph Brodsky in Leningrad 1964 Image 5: The Reunion of Odysseus and Temachus, by Henri-Lucien Doucet The Poem: My dear Telemachus, The Trojan War is over now; I don't recall who won it. The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave so many dead so far from their own homeland. But still, my homeward way has proved too long. While we were wasting time there, old Poseidon, it almost seems, stretched and extended space. I don't know where I am or what this place can be. It would appear some filthy island, with bushes, buildings, and great grunting pigs. A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other. Grass and huge stones . . . Telemachus, my son! To a wanderer the faces of all islands resemble one another. And the mind trips, numbering waves; eyes, sore from sea horizons, run; and the flesh of water stuffs the ears. I can't remember how the war came out; even how old you are--I can't remember. Grow up, then, my Telemachus, grow strong. Only the gods know if we'll see each other again. You've long since ceased to be that babe before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks. Had it not been for Palamedes' trick we two would still be <b>...</b>
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