I'll never step ashore and feel your beach <br />the way I felt it as a barefoot child, <br />or see you waver in the windy reach <br />of goddess-bearing sea. You were the island <br />Venus made with her first smile, <br />Zakynthos, the moment she was born. <br />No song embraced your leafy sky, <br />not even his who sang the fatal storm <br />and how Ulysses, his misfortunes past <br />and beautiful with fame, sailed home at last. <br /> <br />Some will not return: I too <br />offend the powers that be, am banned <br />from home. Oh maternal land, <br />my words are all I have to send to you<br /><br />Ugo Foscolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-zacinto/
