Tintagiles6 Nov 2002

Actually, I find that the whole last stanza suddenly becomes this angsty affair reeking of cliches. The words in capitals are dreadful, dreadful, dreadful! Bad goth poetry can do no worse. (Actually, it can. But let's not get into that...) It's especially from the beacon image that it seems to go wrong. Actually, when I first read this, I was hoping it would turn out to be a retelling of Ulysses's return to Ithaca.