Ulysses

Let me stay bound
to the main mast …
let me stay bound with these ropes.
Anguished with yearning,
wrestling
with dissolving song,
eye will never see …
ear will never hear.
Leave me in agony
with delightful wound,
with song dissolving
granite most dense.
In agony leave me,
bewitched,
and drunk
with the enchantment
of myth.