Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ODYSSEY: BOOK 9. PHAECIAN NIGHTS: 2. OF CYCLOPS AND THE RAM, by HOMER Poet's Biography First Line: But when the mother of morning, rose-fingered day-dawn, shone Last Line: And then first from the ram I loosed me, and my fellows presently. Subject(s): Mythology - Classical | ||||||||
But when the Mother of Morning, Rose-fingered Day-Dawn, shone, Then all the rams of the cattle fared out to the field to begone, While the ewes unmilked and bleating about the folds must go, For their udders were swollen to bursting. But their King, all worn with woe, With his hand was ever groping the backs of all the sheep As they stood up there before him; but the fool no heed did keep How under the breasts of the fleecy-fair sheep were bound the men. But the last of the flock, the ram, came forth from the door of the den, With his plenteous wool encumbered, and with me and my wily thought: So to him spake the stark Polyphemus, as a hold of him he caught: 'Dear ram, why then I prithee of the flock art thou the last To come forth from the den? aforetime ne'er left behind thou wast, But first of all to be cropping the tender flower of the grass, Still striding big; and foremost to the river wouldst thou pass. And, first of all wert thou yearning in the eventide to hie To the fold: but now art thou latest. Is it so that thou mournest the eye Of thy Master, which he the losel a while ago did blind With his miserable fellows, when with wine he had vanquished my mind? That Noman, who, I swear it, hath not yet 'scaped his bane. Oh, if but as me thou wert minded, and a voice of speech mightest gain To tell me where in the wide-world the man my might doth shun, Then here and there o'er the rock-den his blood and brains should run As against the ground I dashed him, and some solace should I have For all the heap of evil which the nought-worth Noman gave.' So saying, away without doors the ram from his hand he sent, And a little way from the rock-den and the garth thereof we went; And then first from the ram I loosed me, and my fellows presently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LEDA 2: A NOTE ON VISITATIONS by LUCILLE CLIFTON LEDA 3: A PERSONAL NOTE (RE: VISITATIONS) by LUCILLE CLIFTON UNEXPECTED HOLIDAY by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER |
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