A little about «Odysseus to Telemachus» by J. Brodsky and «The thread of golden honey flowed from the bottle...» by O. Mandelshtam
I don’t know where I am or what this place
can be. It would appear some filthy island,
with bushes, buildings, and great grunting pigs.
A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other.
Grass and huge stones . . .
When I read this before, I thought first about Circe and Aeaea because of «pigs» and then about Calipso and Ogygia too because:
To a wanderer the faces of all islands
(we can also remember the islands of the Cyclopes and Laestrygonians, of course, but then we should more generalize the image)
But. IT'S ABOUT ITHACA TOO.
Penelope is a queen in the full sense, not Circe or Calypso (although they can be called queens in a sense (like: of their islands), I suppose). «The pigs» refers to Eumaeus. We also have «huge stones» and Ithaca is a quite rocky island, but it's probably not much of an argument.
And Odysseus didn't recognise Ithaca at first (fog and etc but anyway)
(Maybe it's obvious, but I hadn't thought about this option before, because Odysseus in the poem hasn't returned to Ithaca yet)
Next, adding the Mandelshtam's poem. These texts connected here, for example
full of space and time, Odysseus came home.
While we were wasting time there, old Poseidon,
it almost seems, stretched and extended space.
The comparison of two images of Odysseus, the romantic, heroic, returning and filled one, and the tired, lost and almost broken one, in whose consciousness time and spase and everything is mixed up and
Only the gods know if we'll see each other
(by the way, there is also later «Ithaca» by Brodsky, where the meeting occurs, but not at all like Homer, more biographical for the author himself, a myth lowered to «reality», as here)
Also there is a memory motive (and maybe allusion again)
Remember, in that Greek house, the much loved wife —
Not Helen — the other wife — how long she embroidered?
I can't remember how the war came out;
even how old you are — I can't remember.
My main thought here about Brodsky's Odysseus. He doesn't remember war and exactly how many years have gone, but
You've long since ceased to be that babe
before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks.
— These lines seem like an anchor, like something that Odysseus clings to and really remembers, last episode of his life before sailing off to war and life in general in a sense, because the next twenty years are not a life, but a wasted life, wasted years, wasted time
(I just do like these texts)
So, read full poems; if you can, read originals! (used translations by Farrar, Straus & Giroux / Peter France)