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From Pound, Canto I
And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also
Heavy with weeping, and 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.
to fragment from Canto CXVI: after Sappho
I have brought ...
Who ...
Can ... enter ...
... beauty (... not ... madness
... errors ... wrecks ...
...)
I cannot make it cohere.
( ... )
I cannot make it flow thru
A little light, like a rushlight
to lead back to ...
Retired.
