COMMENTS ON TENNYSON’S
THE LOTUS EATERS
“The Lotus Eaters” is a
poem by the English poet Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892). It is based on an
incident in the epic poem Odyssey written
by the ancient Greek poet Homer who lived during the 8th century BCE
on the coast of Asia Minor and belonged to a long tradition of wandering oral
poet. In Book IX of his epic he wrote:
“But on the tenth day we set foot on
the land of lotus-eaters, who eat a flowery food.’’
This fruit had an adverse effect on
them. They became victims of forgetfulness and an intense desire for ease and
relaxation.
They even forgot the way to their
homes. Moreover they were in no mood to travel again.
In the above-mentioned mood they make
pertinent statements about exertion and relaxation and ask such questions as
have very deep relevance to human life.
Here are some selected lines from
the poem:
“There is sweet music here that
softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the
grass---
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes.
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After this they ask:
“Why are we weighed upon with
heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp
distress,
While all things else have rest from
weariness?
All things have rest: why should we
toil alone,
We only toil, who are the first of
things,
And make perpetual moan.
Still from sorrow to another thrown:
Never ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,
Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy
balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit
sings,
Why should we only toil, the roof and
crown of things?
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They further say:
The full juiced apple, waxing
over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night,
All its allotted length of days,
The flower ripens, in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath
no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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After this they firmly and rightly
say:
Let us alone. What is it that will
last?
All things are taken from us, and
become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful
Past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we
have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing
wave?
All things have rest, and ripen
toward grave
In silence; ripen, fall and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark
death, or dreamful ease.
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PUNCHLINE: Rest is rust if not followed by hard
work.
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G.R.Kanwal
17 July 2026