One of my favorite poems is Tennyson's "Ulysses". My favorite lines in the poem are these...
… Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. (56–64)
Tonight, as I sat on the balcony and lingered over dinner and a cold glass of iced tea, I looked into the western sky and saw this emerging against the deepening blue sky. I just thought I would share it with you.
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