Polyphemus casually carries and throws around huge logs

There we built a fire, set our hands on the cheeses,
offered some to the gods and ate the bulk ourselves
and settled down inside, awaiting his return . . .
And back he came from pasture, late in the day,
herding his flocks home, and lugging a huge load
of good dry logs to fuel his fire at supper.
He flung them down in the cave —a jolting crash —
we scuttled in panic into the deepest dark recess.

The Odyssey, Book 9, Translated by Robert Fagles.