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I loved this poem the first time I read it when I was much younger, even though I didn’t fully understand it. So many excellent lines.

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Zina,

Thanks so much for the dedication! And of course for your reading of this great poem.

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Loved this

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Aha!

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If my recollection is correct, and at the end of Odyssey ends with Odysseus returning alone, I was simply wondering why Tennyson portrays him speaking to his fellow mariners, since they are all dead according to Homer.

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Tennyson's Ulysses isn't Homer's Odysseus. Tennyson is following Dante who is following a Roman tradition that's a departure from the Greek. Homer wasn't the only classical writer who wrote about the Trojan war and didn't have a monopoly on how the ancients thought about those characters.

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Well thanks. After Zina commented, I began looking into it and I can't see where Dante said Ulysses went out again. And I don't see any prophecy in the Odyssey that Odysseus going out again. In the Odyssey, his crew mates are dead. Or in the Aeneid. Unless I missed something. Maybe Tennyson was making his own tradition. Not trying to argue. Glad to learn something I didn't know before.

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There is a prophecy in the Odyssey that he goes back out at some point after killing Penelope’s suitors, and then Dante adds details to this final departure in Canto XXVI.

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Terrific to see this. Thanks, Zina. I'm confused that Ulysses calls to his mariners to join him on a final voyage, though. I thought he alone returned. Poetic license used on another's poem, I guess. " My mariners,

Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

'T is not too late to seek a newer world."

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Great point. I think he just loves being the leader in the adventure. His glory only comes from witness and validation. If I do something great, someone needs to see it. I think that is contrasted to his people in the beginning of the poem. It’s more fun to get into adventures with other adventurers.

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