Needed: Epic poems!

Hey guys!
I'm looking for some help for an art project; I've got to illustrate a poem, the longer the better, and preferably one that tells a story (for example the Highwayman or Tennyson's the Lady of Shallot).

However, I want something a little less well known, and out of personal interest have a couple of other things I'm after: so! If anyone's got any pieces that are:

- Longish (preferably 800 words+)
- Tell a story
- Based on a human character (not animal)
- Out of personal preference, based in Asia or based on Asian characters

The personal one's optional - just because I've got a great interest in Chinese poetry at the moment :) Any help seriously appreciated!
Thanks!

It's not asian, but the Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde is pretty epic.

in before divine comedy

One of my personal favorites is Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh, which tells the story of a young Italian girl who is sent to live with her aunt in England.  The story follows her for a number of years and is quite lengthy (around the size of a novel).

Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy.

KALEVALA

paradise lost, fantastic story, well written

Maldoror.

The Waste Land or what?

childe roland to the dark tower came, by robert browning i believe

there once was a hotel called habbo
where nigras would oft to the pool go
they cavorted with maids and saved us from aids
and adorned Afro Duck with his afro

^^^^ fucking epic

in at Epic of Gilgamesh

I say Fungi from Yhuggoth. Or something like that. It's by one H.P. Lovecraft the best damn author ever. I live and die for that man as I did defending your rights in WWII. Yea, I was there and now I am here. Fight to the death over this terrible hot-dog!

smrt ppl in ere

Faust - by Goethe

it's... well, not a poem per se, but it's certainly epic and everything rhymes. just check it out.

Cuchulains Fight With The Sea, by W.B. Yeats

A MAN came slowly from the setting sun,
To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun,
And said, 'I am that swineherd whom you bid
Go watch the road between the wood and tide,
But now I have no need to watch it more.'

Then Emer cast the web upon the floor,
And raising arms all raddled with the dye,
Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry.

That swineherd stared upon her face and said,
'No man alive, no man among the dead,
Has won the gold his cars of battle bring.'

'But if your master comes home triumphing
Why must you blench and shake from foot to crown?'

Thereon he shook the more and cast him down
Upon the web-heaped floor, and cried his word:
'With him is one sweet-throated like a bird.'

'You dare me to my face,' and thereupon
She smote with raddled fist, and where her son
Herded the cattle came with stumbling feet,
And cried with angry voice, 'It is not meet
To idle life away, a common herd.'

'I have long waited, mother, for that word:
But wherefore now?'
                    'There is a man to die;
You have the heaviest arm under the sky.'

'Whether under its daylight or its stars
My father stands amid his battle-cars.'

'But you have grown to be the taller man.'

'Yet somewhere under starlight or the sun
My father stands.'
                   'Aged, worn out with wars
On foot.  on horseback or in battle-cars.'

'I only ask what way my journey lies,
For He who made you bitter made you wise.'

'The Red Branch camp in a great company
Between wood's rim and the horses of the sea.
Go there, and light a camp-fire at wood's rim;
But tell your name and lineage to him
Whose blade compels, and wait till they have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.'

Among those feasting men Cuchulain dwelt,
And his young sweetheart close beside him knelt,
Stared on the mournful wonder of his eyes,
Even as Spring upon the ancient skies,
And pondered on the glory of his days;
And all around the harp-string told his praise,
And Conchubar, the Red Branch king of kings,
With his own fingers touched the brazen strings.

At last Cuchulain spake, 'Some man has made
His evening fire amid the leafy shade.
I have often heard him singing to and fro,
I have often heard the sweet sound of his bow.
Seek out what man he is.'

                          One went and came.
'He bade me let all know he gives his name
At the sword-point, and waits till we have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.'

Cuchulain cried, 'I am the only man
Of all this host so bound from childhood on.

After short fighting in the leafy shade,
He spake to the young man, 'Is there no maid
Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,
Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,
That you have come and dared me to my face?'

'The dooms of men are in God's hidden place,'

'Your head a while seemed like a woman's head
That I loved once.'
                    Again the fighting sped,
But now the war-rage in Cuchulain woke,
And through that new blade's guard the old blade
   broke,
And pierced him.
                 'Speak before your breath is done.'

'Cuchulain I, mighty Cuchulain's son.'

'I put you from your pain. I can no more.'

While day its burden on to evening bore,
With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;
Then Conchubar sent that sweet-throated maid,
And she, to win him, his grey hair caressed;
In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.
Then Conchubar, the subtlest of all men,
Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,
Spake thus:  'Cuchulain will dwell there and brood
For three days more in dreadful quietude,
And then arise, and raving slay us all.
Chaunt in his ear delusions magical,
That he may fight the horses of the sea.'
The Druids took them to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days.
                             Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.


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Not quite 800, but I think the feel and style of the poem more than males up for it.

ahem 'makes up', in before my mistake is capitalised upon

Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ftw!
http://www.wonko.info/albatross/default.htm

The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner isn't epic.  I just happened to read that the other day.  Nothing by Coleridge is epic.  I wouldn't really call Beowulf a poem but it's definitely more than 800 words and it's definitely epic.

Well, the OP wasn't really asking for epic poems (despite the title of the thread) but for long poems that "tell a story."

Actually, Rime of the Ancient Mariner would be a great example of what the OP is looking for, since it would be fairly easy to illustrate, in my opinion.

The Wasteland - T.S. Eliot Have fun!

13 dirty dicks in a hotel - enjoy!

Tennyson's Ulysses. Should be quite challenging to portray.

Beowulf anybody?

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Oh, by the way, I seriously don't think the Chinese have a tradition of epic poetry, in the sense that the traditional fables and national epics were never communicated in the form of verse.

Janos Vitez

800 words is not epic
moar like 800 lines is epic

The Mahabharat is the fucking apex of epic poetry.