Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Lean Out Of The Window

Lean out of the window,Goldenhair,I hear you singingA merry air.My book was closed,I read no more,Watching the fire danceOn the floor.I have left my..

© James Joyce

In The Dark Pine-Wood

In the dark pine-woodI would we lay,In deep cool shadowAt noon of day.How sweet to lie there,Sweet to kiss,Where the great pine-forestEnaisled is!Thy..

© James Joyce

I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be

I would in that sweet bosom be(O sweet it is and fair it is!)Where no rude wind might visit me.Because of sad austeritiesI would in that sweet bosom..

© James Joyce

I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land

I hear an army charging upon the land,And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:Arrogant, in black armour, behind them..

© James Joyce

He Who Hath Glory Lost

He who hath glory lost, nor hathFound any soul to fellow his,Among his foes in scorn and wrathHolding to ancient nobleness,That high unconsortable..

© James Joyce

Go Seek Her Out

Go seek her out all courteously,And say I come,Wind of spices whose song is everEpithalamium.O, hurry over the dark landsAnd run upon the seaFor seas..

© James Joyce

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing

Gentle lady, do not singSad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and singHow love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleepOf..

© James Joyce

From 'Ulysses'

There's a ponderous pundit MacHughWho wears goggles of ebony hue.As he mostly sees doubleTo wear them why trouble?I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?

© James Joyce

From Dewy Dreams

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,From love's deep slumber and from death,For lo! the treees are full of sighsWhose leaves the morn..

© James Joyce

Flood

Goldbrown upon the sated floodThe rockvine clusters lift and sway;Vast wings above the lambent waters broodOf sullen day.A waste of waters..

© James Joyce

Ecce Puer

Of the dark pastA child is born;With joy and griefMy heart is torn.Calm in his cradleThe living lies.May love and mercyUnclose his eyes!Young life is..

© James Joyce

Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?

Dear heart, why will you use me so?Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,Still are you beautiful -- - but O,How is your beauty raimented!Through the clear..

© James Joyce

Bright Cap And Streamers

Bright cap and streamers,He sings in the hollow:Come follow, come follow,All you that love.Leave dreams to the dreamersThat will not after,That song..

© James Joyce

Bid Adieu To Maidenhood

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,Bid adieu to girlish days,Happy Love is come to wooThee and woo thy girlish ways—The zone that doth become thee fair,The..

© James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was At My Side

Because your voice was at my sideI gave him pain,Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend -- -He is a..

© James Joyce

Be Not Sad

Be not sad because all menPrefer a lying clamour before you:Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all..

© James Joyce

Bahnhofstrasse

The eyes that mock me sign the wayWhereto I pass at eve of day.Grey way whose violet signals areThe trysting and the twining star.Ah star of evil!..

© James Joyce

At That Hour

At that hour when all things have repose,O lonely watcher of the skies,Do you hear the night wind and the sighsOf harps playing unto Love to..

© James Joyce

Alone

The noon's greygolden meshes makeAll night a veil,The shorelamps in the sleeping lakeLaburnum tendrils trail.The sly reeds whisper to the nightA..

© James Joyce

All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters

All day I hear the noise of watersMaking moan,Sad as the sea-bird is when, goingForth alone,He hears the winds cry to the water'sMonotone.The grey..

© James Joyce

A Prayer

Again!Come, give, yield all your strength to me!From far a low word breathes on the breaking brainIts cruel calm, submission's misery,Gentling her..

© James Joyce

A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

Are you not weary of ardent ways,Lure of the fallen seraphim?Tell no more of enchanted days.Your eyes have set man's heart ablazeAnd you have had..

© James Joyce

A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight

They mouth love's language. GnashThe thirteen teethYour lean jaws grin with. LashYour itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.Love's breath in you..

© James Joyce

A Flower Given To My Daughter

Frail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gaveWhose soul is sere and palerThan time's wan wave.Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailestA wonder..

© James Joyce

Ireland’s Heartbeat

From distant shores to bustling towns,Saint Patrick’s Day lifts weary frowns.A day of history, culture, and cheer,Of Irish pride we hold so..

© Saint Patricks Day