It was him alright

Is it Ulysses that approaches from the east,
the interminable adventurer? The trees are mended.
That winter is washed away. Someone is moving.

On the horizon lifting himself above it.
A form of fire approaches the cretonnes of Penelope,
Whose mere savage presence awakens the world in which she dwells.

[...]

«The World as Meditation»,
by Wallace Stevens.