'Odysseus and the Sirens' by Waterhouse‘Song of Ulysses’ and Other Poetry by Clinton Van Inman The Society January 25, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Song of Ulysses For greatness and glory’s sake For all things rich and noble In proud ships tall let us make Again where only men are able Tired we’ve grown of glitter and gold Of the clamor of the market place Let us dream of Delphic days of old That Poseidon’s rage could not erase Come, arise, my men, arise For tomorrow we shall sail Again under bluer Aegean skies There to find newer walls to assail Circe’s song had made us weak For we had slept too long and late But now for greater joys let us seek Knowing we are masters of our fate This woeful world is much remiss Yet only in a world such as this One without comfort, joy, or bliss Do we dare climb the steps of Olympus Come my men let us venture Into the depths of the setting sun There we’ll find new worlds to conquer Long, long after this day is done. Piper Pan Out from his grotto and grassy glen The Piper Pan will play again Casting his charms for all to hear Over the fields and forests near Dizzy the dance in moonlight dells With golden cups and magic spells The Piper plays his rustic pipes While Bacchus rounds the purple rites The pastoral pipes play so clear The Sylvan songs we long to hear As Dionysian delights regain When the piper will play again. Reply of an Athlete (for Housman) Yes there was a time I won a race As they chaired me shoulder high Up and down a market place To this place where I now lie For I knew then and so did she How frail the strings of mortality As a widowed mother wished me stay At home to nurse my time away But you know not the reason I ran Not to defend some challenge cup Nor for laurels nor to prove a man Nor for the record they still pin up The rows of pictures on the piano Top have hardly moved to show One last smile from one smart lad Who had won a race for dear old dad. Born in Walton-on-Thames, England in 1945, Clinton Van Inman graduated from San Diego State University in 1977 and is now a retired high school English teacher in Tampa Bay where he lives with his wife, Elba. Related Post ‘Not Every Morning’ and Other Poetry by Anne Jan... Not Every Morning Not every morning is as this one, calm excitement for a future brought by change, so many years’ hard work to wrought fro... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 5 Responses Yolanda January 25, 2017 I loved all three. Touches of the past mixed with regrets of something lost. Enjoyed very much Reply Carole Mertz January 25, 2017 These (poems) are so male they need response; I do not rail, only hold the sconce of a female touch. For noble, too, are females’ days; of these you’ve not given much. For History too, women’s lives displays. (Enjoyed them, all the same, Sir Van Inman) Reply clinton van inman February 23, 2017 I don’t think Ulysses had women on aboard, but thanks for your comments..Clint Reply John Kolyav January 26, 2017 Song of Ulysses I liked more. Let us dream of Delphic days of old/That Poseidon’s age could not erase.. and many more. Very nice! It inspired me to chant Tennyson’s poem once again. Thanks! Reply Dona Fox January 27, 2017 I also loved all three. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.