Jessica Hudgins

Eurycleia

         The Odyssey XIX

Oh, but who are you,
in my legs? Who are you, feeling
what I cannot feel of my skin,
who might come to know me so well
that, seeing me,—in disguise and gone
for years—would exclaim Yes, yes!
It is you! Shh.
I do not know you. I am a stranger
in my own halls.