"When we reached our black ship
We hauled her onto the bright saltwater,
Set up the mast and sail, loaded on
The sheep, and boarded her ourselves,
| Heartsick and weeping openly by now. | 5 |
And a following wind bellied the canvas,
A good sailing breeze sent by Circe,
The dread goddess with a human voice.
| We lashed everything down and sat tight, | 10 |
All day long she surged on with taut sail;
Then the sun set, and the sea grew dark.
The ship took us to the deep, outermost Ocean
| And the land of the Cimmerians, a people | 15 |
Never climbs the starry sky to beam down at them,
Nor bathes them in the glow of its last golden rays;
Their wretched sky is always racked with night's gloom.
| We beached our ship there, unloaded the sheep, | 20 |
Until we came to the place spoken of by Circe.
There Perimedes and Eurylochus held the victims
While I dug an ell-square pit with my sword,
| And poured libation to all the dead, | 25 |
And a third time with water. Then I sprinkled
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Publication information:
Book title: Odyssey.
Contributors: Homer - Author, Stanley Lombardo - Translator.
Publisher: Hackett Publishing.
Place of publication: Indianapolis.
Publication year: 2000.
Page number: 158.
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