The Odyssey, Book Twenty-Threeby Jorge Luis Borges
Translated by William Baer
Already the iron sword of the king has spread
its bloody vengeance. Justice is done.
His arrows and lance have found each and every one
of the insolent suitors who now lie bloodless and dead.
Despite the efforts of a god to undermine
this king, Ulysses has returned to queen and realm,
in spite of storming plots to overwhelm
his ship, in spite of Ares' cries and murderous design.
And now, in the warm love of their bridal bed,
the luminous queen lies sleeping with her head
on the chest of her king. So where's that castaway
who during his exile, night and day, would run
across the world like a wild dog and say
to monsters that his name was "No One"?
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