Left Tithonus in her rose-shadowed bed,
Then shook the morning into flakes of fire.
Light flooded the halls of Olympus
Where Zeus, high Lord of Thunder,
5Sat with the other gods, listening to Athena Reel off the tale of Odysseus' woes.
It galled her that he was still in Calypso's cave:
"Zeus, my father—and all you blessed immortals—
Kings might as well no longer be gentle and kind
10Or understand the correct order of things. They might as well be tryannical butchers
For all that any of Odysseus' people
Remember him, a godly king as kind as a father.
No, he's still languishing on that island, detained
15Against his will by that nymph Calypso, No way in the world for him to get back to his land.
His ships are all lost, he has no crew left
To row him across the sea's crawling back.
And now the islanders are plotting to kill his son
20As he heads back home. He went for news of his father To sandy Pylos and white-bricked Sparta."
Storm Cloud Zeus had an answer for her:
"Quite a little speech you've let slip through your teeth,
Daughter. But wasn't this exactly your plan