Re: ulysses returns
i finally found ( searched) a good translation of this poem,Translated by A. S. Kline
Happy, the man who finds sweet journey’s end,
Like Ulysses, or he of the Golden Fleece,
Returning home, well-travelled, wise, to Greece:
To live life out, among his own again!
Alas, when will I see the soft smoke rise
From my own village, in what far season
Shall I gaze on my poor house and garden,
Which are my province, and the greater prize?
My love’s deeper for what my fathers’ built,
Than Roman palace-fronts of marble, gilt;
My love’s deeper for good slate; more rare
My love for my French Loire than Latin Tiber;
My Liré than the Palatine Hill; and more
Than the sea breezes, the sweet Angevin air.