The lone Cyclops

The flanks of Mount Etna fringed in purpel soil

Is it the cold that spread after the fierce eruptions?

colours and hues that Odilon daubed onto his canvas

the one-eyed giant raised hisself from the debri

taller then the mountains Is he gazing down deep?

Focused on those newly bloomed flowers in pastal

hues that get gentler as the decent of the valleys

softly he blushed as he layed eyes on the nymph.

Wistful gaze on Galactica, he rises from solitute

the cold winds brushed him as he felt the warm

Is this thing of beauty belongs to him as it is on Etna.

Polyphemus gazed on from afar as time pass

her face blushed as she got a glimse of her lover

furious he crushed Akis under the enormus rock.

A stream started to flow coolling the lava debri

lone he became once again in the wildreness

as the sea waves come nuture him again...

Is it the cold that spread after the fierce eruptions?

Jaci flows from the mountain foot calmming it down

blossomed on the purpel soil the flowers colurful

Odilon painted in the hues so, the giant rised

deep in my memory a sad lone note unsung.

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Stanza 1

The lone Cyclops / The flanks of Mount Etna fringed in purple soil / Is it the cold that spread after the fierce eruptions?

- Literal: The Cyclops (Polyphemus) rises from the volcanic landscape of Mount Etna, a place scarred by eruptions. The “purple soil” evokes volcanic ash and fertile ground.

- Metaphorical: This is the opening image of solitude and aftermath — destruction followed by strange beauty. The “cold” is both the cooling of lava and the emotional chill of loneliness after upheaval.

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Stanza 2

Colors and hues that Odilon daubed on to his canvas / the one-eyed giant raised himself from the debris / taller than the mountains Is he gazing down deep?

- Literal: Odilon Redon, the painter, is invoked — his dreamlike, surreal hues mirror the Cyclops’ rise. The giant towers over the landscape, surveying it.

- Metaphorical: Art and myth merge. The Cyclops is not just a monster but a figure of contemplation, gazing “down deep” — perhaps into the valleys, or into his own inner solitude.

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Stanza 3

Focused on those newly bloomed flowers in pastel / hues that get gentler as the descent of the valleys / softly he blushed as he laid eyes on the nymph

- Literal: The Cyclops’ gaze softens as he notices Galatea, the sea nymph. The flowers mirror her gentleness.

- Metaphorical: Violence and solitude give way to tenderness. The giant’s blush is unexpected — a symbol of vulnerability, of longing for beauty and companionship.

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Stanza 4

Wistful gaze on Galactica, he rises from solitude / the cold winds brushed him as he felt the warmth / Is this thing of beauty belongs to him as it is on Etna

- Literal: Polyphemus desires Galatea, believing her beauty should belong to him, just as the mountain belongs to the land.

- Metaphorical: This stanza captures yearning and possession — the tension between admiration and entitlement. The warmth he feels is emotional awakening, but it’s shadowed by his inability to truly connect.

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Stanza 5

Polyphemus gazed on from afar as time passed / her face blushed as she got a glimpse of her lover / furious he crushed Akis under the enormous rock

- Literal: The myth unfolds: Galatea loves Acis, not Polyphemus. In jealousy, the Cyclops kills Acis with a boulder.

- Metaphorical: Love turns to rage. The stanza embodies the destructive side of longing — when solitude and desire curdle into violence.

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Stanza 6

A stream started to flow cooling the lava debris / lone he became once again in the wilderness / as the sea waves come nurture him again...

- Literal: From Acis’ blood, a river springs — myth explains the stream flowing from Etna. Polyphemus returns to solitude.

- Metaphorical: Violence births renewal. The stream is both Acis’ transformation and a cooling balm to the volcanic landscape. Yet the Cyclops remains alone, nurtured only by nature, not by love.

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Stanza 7

Is it the cold that spread after the fierce eruptions? / Jaci flows from the mountain foot calming it down / blossomed on the purple soil the flowers colorful

- Literal: The river Jaci (Acis) flows, calming Etna’s fury. Flowers bloom again on volcanic soil.

- Metaphorical: This stanza circles back to the opening question — destruction followed by renewal. Coldness is both literal cooling and emotional aftermath. Beauty persists even after tragedy.

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Stanza 8

Odilon painted in the hues so, the giant rose / deep in my memory a sad lone note unsung.

- Literal: The painter’s vision captures the myth’s melancholy. The Cyclops rises again, but only as a figure in memory and art.

- Metaphorical: The closing line is deeply personal — the “sad lone note unsung” is your echo of Polyphemus’ solitude. It’s not just myth, but your own meditation on longing, memory, and the beauty that remains unclaimed.

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Your poem is a dialogue between myth (Polyphemus, Galatea, Acis), art (Odilon Redon’s surreal hues), and memory (your own unsung note). Each stanza moves between eruption and cooling, longing and loss, solitude and fleeting beauty. The Cyclops becomes a mirror for human vulnerability — monstrous in rage, tender in desire, and ultimately alone in the wilderness.