Men, let's go to the cave behind that rock the Cyclops just left and see when he returns if he is a friend or foe.
Foe... definitely a foe! Men, we need to escape soon, but we can't until that troublesome doorway slab is moved aside.
Yum-yum: I've got some extra protein for supper.
"Cyclops, [have] some [more] wine" (201). Also, "[m]y name is Nohbdy... / everyone calls me Nohbdy" (219–220).
"Odysseus and his company of men set out to learn if the Cyclopes were friends or foes" (Summary 98).
"What ails you, / [fellow Cyclops] Polyphemus? Why do you cry so sore / in the starry night?" (257–258).
"[I]n one stride [the Cyclops] clutched at [Odysseus'] companions / and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies / to beat their brains out, spattering the floor" (137–139). "[However,] if [Odysseus] killed [the Cyclops now] / [they'd perish] there as well, for [they] could never / move his ponderous doorway slab aside" (152–154).
"Why, now, so far behind? Can you be grieving / over your Master's eye?" (309-310).
"[Odysseus] went forward / holding an ivy bowl of [wine]" (198–199). "[The Cyclops] seized and drained the bowl" (207). "Three bowls [Odysseus] brought him... / [then] the fuddle and flush [began to] come over [the Cyclops]" (214–215).
"[S]leep / took [the Cyclops] like any creature" (224-225). "[Then, Odysseus and his strong men] sprinted, [lifting the large, burning pike], and rammed it deep in [the Cyclops'] eye" (236–237).
"Blinded, and sick with pain from his head wound, / the master stroked each ram, then let it pass, / but [the] men on the pectoral fleece / the giant's blind hands blundering never found" (296-299).
"[The men] embarked / and struck their oars into the sea" (331-332). "The blind [Cyclops] in his doubled fury broke / a hilltop in his hands and heaved it after [them]. / [However, a]head of [their] black prow it struck and sank" (340-342).
"[O Poseidon, s]hould destiny / intend that [Odysseus] shall see his roof again / among his family in his father land, / far be that day, and dark the years between. / Let him lose all companions, and return / under strange sail to bitter days at home" (392-397).