The Bow and the String
She bends
She is strong
He stretches
He is strong
Penelope bends her head and waits
She bends the truth and says
It's only this veil I need done
Odysseus stretches his men
He stretches his luck, his lease with the gods
He stretches his mind to Penelope over the sea
The bow waits unstrung in Ithaca
The string cannot reach
No man in the land is a match for that bow
Only be strong; the string
In its home in the bow will sing
She bends
She is strong
He stretches
He is strong
Penelope bends her head and waits
She bends the truth and says
It's only this veil I need done
Odysseus stretches his men
He stretches his luck, his lease with the gods
He stretches his mind to Penelope over the sea
The bow waits unstrung in Ithaca
The string cannot reach
No man in the land is a match for that bow
Only be strong; the string
In its home in the bow will sing
