At 12:17 PM 23/01/98 -0800, you wrote:
>Well, Pound preferred Arthur Golding's Ovid, and it's worth a look
>just for that.
>Of shapes transformde to bodies straunge, I purpose to entreate,
>Ye gods vouchsafe (for you are they ywrought this wondrous feate)
>To further is mine enterprise. And from the wrold begunne,
>Graunt that my verse may to my time, his course directly runne.
>Before the Sea and Lande were made, and Heaven that all doth hide,
>In all the worlde one onely face of nature did abide,
>Which Chaos hight, a huge rude heape, and nothing else but even
>A heavie lump and clottred clod of seedes togither driven,
>Of things at strife among themselves, for want of order due.
>No sunne as yet with lightsome beames the shapelesse world did view.
>No moone in growing did repayre hir hornes with borowed light.
>Compare that to Humphries'
>My intention is to tell of bodies changed
>To different forms; the gods, who made the changes,
>will help me --or I hope so-- with a poem
>That runs from the world's beginning to our own days.
>Before the ocean was, or earth, or heaven,
>Nature was all alike, a shapelessness,
Please remove my name from your mailing list.
>With slender silver crescents filling slowly...
>Of course, Humphries hadn't done his when Pound made his choice.
>Golding is musical and leisurely. Humphries speeds along. I don't
>think Pound was interested in getting the Latin right, mind you, but
>in translating, and in music.
>[log in to unmask]