Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy…

and all the wor(l)ds between

…then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

The Odyssey, Homer, Robert Fagles (trans), book 1,  & Ulysses, James Joyce, p 933. I wrote this initially for dverse, where Amaya is hosting and asked us to write a poem to ‘bridge’ between a first sentence of one book and the last of a second. But having chosen these two, I found I had nothing more to say. And here’s Kate Bush’s take on Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, the sensual world – ‘yes’.