You can read this poem here.
I do usually seem to bring a fair complement of monsters along with me. That’s just how it is. Doing St Bega’s way was exactly the kind of ‘marvelous journey’ that Cafavy describes, though—man-eating giants, angry seas, ‘fine things’, ‘learning’, the works. So it had to be this poem.
And if home equals the feelings I had when I came into this particular harbour then, well, that’ll do me. May you have many Ithakas, too.