{"id":27964,"date":"2015-01-27T06:30:09","date_gmt":"2015-01-26T17:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=27964"},"modified":"2015-01-25T18:33:09","modified_gmt":"2015-01-25T05:33:09","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-the-lotos-eaters-excerpt-by-alfred-lord-tennyson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/01\/27\/the-tuesday-poem-the-lotos-eaters-excerpt-by-alfred-lord-tennyson\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: &#8220;The Lotos Eaters&#8221; (Excerpt) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3 style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">The Lotos Eaters (Excerpt)<\/h3>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">&#8220;Courage!&#8221; he said, and pointed toward the land,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">&#8220;This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">In the afternoon they came unto a land<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">In which it seemed always afternoon.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">All round the coast the languid air did swoon,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">And like a downward smoke, the slender stream<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">And some thro&#8217; wavering lights and shadows broke,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">They saw the gleaming river seaward flow<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Stood sunset-flush&#8217;d: and, dew&#8217;d with showery drops,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">The charmed sunset linger&#8217;d low adown<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">In the red West: thro&#8217; mountain clefts the dale<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Was seen far inland, and the yellow down<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Border&#8217;d with palm, and many a winding vale<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">And meadow, set with slender galingale;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">A land where all things always seem&#8217;d the same!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">And round about the keel with faces pale,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">&#8230;<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\">by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;\"><\/div>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>The full poem of <strong><em>The Lotos Eaters<\/em><\/strong> runs to ca. 14 stanzas so I have only give you an introduction to it here. Tennyson&#8217;s poem is informed by the homeward journey of Odysseus and his mariners from Troy and I have always enjoyed its powerful and evocative use of language in painting the seductive nature of the isle free from toil and the longing of the mariners to cease journeying and remain there. As with the best storytelling, the doubt cast on their wisdom is all in the subtext.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/30\/tuesday-poem-enchantress-of-numbers-by-helen-rickerby\/tuespoem\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7519\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-7519\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" alt=\"TuesPoem\" width=\"120\" height=\"107\" \/><\/a>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Lotos Eaters (Excerpt) &#8220;Courage!&#8221; he said, and pointed toward the land, &#8220;This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.&#8221; In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. 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