My first poem composition

I've called it Ithaka

there it goes:

As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
 
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
 
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
 
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
 
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean. 

Opinions?

As I drive to Ithaca,
I leave the wreckage of
deindustrialization
and an America
abandoned by the
job creators.

I pass the mills closed long ago
I pass the home of hopeless losers
too dumb to know that
things have changed
and there's nothing you can do
about it.

Driving through flyover country
is not for the faint of heart.
A landscape of broken dreams
and wasted lives
and futures deferred
to the greater glory of
the already glorious.

Far Ithaca beckons!
Escape to a refuge
of books, collegiality and lofty ideas
where a future that works
is still possible, theoretically,
in a land with no hope for change.

Ithaca, New York?

Well, I'm not driving to Greece.

The very notion!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_Troy_Once_Stood:

if this is correct, then can you stay in Spain. :-)

I think you should post the spanish version, given that your phrases are sooo long.

It looks like Homer (Homeros) gone drunk in an effort to duplicate the Illiad and the Odyssey in one single text.

Damn, someone copied me already

At least mine is original!