ink on board
Harry
I. Naar
escape from the cyclops
Book 9: Lines 515-521
Oh if only you thought like me, had words like me
to tell me where that scoundrel is cringing from my rage!
I'd smash him against the ground, I'd spill his brains--
flooding across my cave--and that would ease my heart
of the pains that good-for-nothing Nobody made me suffer!'
And with that threat he let my ram go free outside.
but for all the rest they broke down and wailed.
But soon as we'd got one foot past cave and courtyard,
first I loosed myself from the ram, then loosed my men,
then quickly, glancing back again and again we drove
our flock, good plump beasts with their long shanks,
straight to the ship, and a welcome sight we were
to loyal comrades--we who'd escaped our deaths--
I cut it short, I stopped each shipmate's cries,
my head tossing, brows frowning, silent signals
to hurry, tumble our fleecy herd on board,
launch out on the open sea!
They swung aboard, they sat to the oars in ranks
and in rhythm churned
the water white with stroke on stroke.
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