"As we rowed on, and nearer to the mainland, at one end of the bay, we saw a cavern yawning above the water, screened with laurel, and many rams and goats about the place inside a sheepfold made from slabs of stone earthfast between tall trunks of pine and rugged and towering oak trees."
We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some cheese to eat; then sat in silence around the embers, waiting. When he came to stoke his fire at suppertime he had a load of dry boughs on his shoulder."
"Then he dismembered them and made his meal, gaping and crunching like a mountain lion everything: innards, flesh, and marrow bones. We cried aloud, lifting our hands to Zeus, but Cyclops went on filling up his belly powerless, looking on at this, appalled; with manflesh and great gulps of whey, then lay down like a mast among his sheep."
"[S]traight forward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it deep in his crater eye, and I leaned on it turning it as a shipwright turns a drill in planking, having men below to swing the two-handled strap that spins it in the groove. So with our brand we bored that great eye socket while blood ran out around the red hot bar. "
"Sweet cousin ram, why lag behind the rest in the night cave? You never linger so, but graze before them all, and go afar to crop sweet grass, and take your stately way leading along the streams, until at evening you run to be the first one in the fold. Why, now, so far behind? Can you be grieving over your Master’s eye?"
At this he stretched his hands out in his darkness toward the sky of stars, and prayed Poseidon: O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thine indeed, and thou art father: grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home: