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Shvoong Home>Books>Poetry>Review on “the Lotus Eaters” by Lord Tennyson Review

Review on “the Lotus Eaters” by Lord Tennyson

Book Review   by:akso6o175     Original Author: Andy Kester Sawian
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‘The Lotus Eaters’ is taken from Book-IX of Homer’s ‘The Odyssey which narrates how the sailors ate the ‘’honey’d fruit’ and wished ‘never to leave the place but with the lotus eaters there to stay.’ The narrator pointed towards the land and told his comrades to have courage for this mounting wave would roll them shoreward very soon. Truly enough they reached land by the afternoon which always appears as bright as the clear sunny afternoon itself. The languid air swooned all around the coast and breathing like one who just had a weary dream. The moon shone full-faced above the valley and the slender stream seemed to pause and fall along the cliff like a downward smoke.
The land of streams which went through the slow dropping veils of the thinnest lawn while some broke through the wavering lights and shadows and rolling a slumberous: sleepy; sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river flow towards the sea from the inner land and far off in the distant, the aged snow covered three silent pinnacles of three mountaintops; which stood the sunset flushed with showery drops of dew the shadowy pine is up-clombed above the woven copse. In the red western skies, the charmed sunset lingered low adown while the dale was seen far inland through the mountain cleft. The yellow down bordered with palm, many winding valleys and a meadow that is set with a slender galingale: a kind of sedge with aromatic roots. Here was a land whereby all the things and creations of nature looked the same and all the pale faces stood round about the keel while the pale yet darker faces stood against the rosy flame in time to seed the mid-eyed melancholic Lotus-eaters arriving at the spot.
They bore the branches of that enchanted stem: branches of the lotus plant hung with fruits and flowers that induce a mood of languor when tasted; and gave to each who willingly received them. The one who ate and taste the plant could experience the gushing of the wave far far away which seemed to mourn and rave on alien shores. Sometime he would hear his fellow comrade speak in a weak and fading voice as if from the grave. He would seem to be in a deep sleep yet he would be wide awake and the music would be in his ears and cause his heart to beat even faster. They sat down on the yellow sand upon the shore at the timing between the heat of the sun by day and the light of the moon by night. It was sweet of them to dream of the Fatherland which constituted for each comrade a child wife and slave. The sea seemed to be forever weary just like the weary oar of the ship, or the weary wandering fields of barren foam. Then at last someone declared that they would no longer returned to their original homes anymore and sang at once saying that this island which is located far beyond the wave would be their ultimate home and they would no longer roam the limitless seas.

Published: October 12, 2010   
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