A Sonnet-Ode to Ovid on Departing from Exile

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View of Tomis where Ovid was exiled from the harbor (Image from andeibartesh.com)

A Sonnet-Ode to Ovid on Departing from Exile

It is known that you were captive on your way,
Some say, a captive stray to your exile.
Were you tempted then, by the seaside sway
Of other fates all the while?

Did you chance to see, recalled from your wilting while
There, above the swirling cape, a placid hill
That did not refuse your archaic style?
And what of your retiring will?

Glancing back at bygone thoughts of home abroad
May yet inspire a prayer to some littoral muse,
Risen whence scuttled hands have clawed,
Hidden from less troubled views.

And what have they now who dine on figs in Rome,
Who find themselves yet in search of home?

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