詩歌賞析：Canto

　　Canto

　　by Ezra Pound

　　And then went down to the ship，

　　Set keel to breakers， forth on the godly sea， and

　　We set up mast and sail on tha swart ship，

　　Bore sheep aboard her， and our bodies also

　　Heavy with weeping， so winds from sternward

　　Bore us out onward with bellying canvas，

　　Circe's this craft， the trim-coifed goddess.

　　Then sat we amidships， wind jamming the tiller，

　　Thus with stretched sail， we went over sea till day's end.

　　Sun to his slumber， shadows o'er all the ocean，

　　Came we then to the bounds of deepest water，

　　To the Kimmerian lands， and peopled cities

　　Covered with close-webbed mist， unpierced ever

　　With glitter of sun-rays

　　Nor with stars stretched， nor looking back from heaven

　　Swartest night stretched over wretched men there.

　　The ocean flowing backward， came we then to the place

　　Aforesaid by Circe.