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").

On The Beach At Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,The crazy pierstakes groan;A senile sea numbers each singleSlimesilvered stone.From whining wind and colderGrey..

© James Joyce

Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

Of that so sweet imprisonmentMy soul, dearest, is fain -- -Soft arms that woo me to relentAnd woo me to detain.Ah, could they ever hold me..

© James Joyce

O, It Was Out By Donnycarney

O, it was out by DonnycarneyWhen the bat flew from tree to treeMy love and I did walk together;And sweet were the words she said to me.Along with us..

© James Joyce

O Sweetheart, Hear You

O Sweetheart, hear youYour lover's tale;A man shall have sorrowWhen friends him fail.For he shall know thenFriends be untrueAnd a little ashesTheir..

© James Joyce

O Cool Is The Valley Now

O cool is the valley nowAnd there, love, will we goFor many a choir is singing nowWhere Love did sometime go.And hear you not the thrushes..

© James Joyce

Now, O Now In This Brown Land

Now, O now, in this brown landWhere Love did so sweet music makeWe two shall wander, hand in hand,Forbearing for old friendship' sake,Nor grieve..

© James Joyce

Night Piece

Gaunt in gloom,The pale stars their torches,Enshrouded, wave.Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,Arches on soaring arches,Night's..

© James Joyce

My Love Is In A Light Attire

My love is in a light attireAmong the apple-trees,Where the gay winds do most desireTo run in companies.There, where the gay winds stay to wooThe..

© James Joyce

My Dove, My Beautiful One

My dove, my beautiful one,Arise, arise!The night-dew liesUpon my lips and eyes.The odorous winds are weavingA music of sighs:Arise, arise,My dove, my..

© James Joyce

Love Came To Us

Love came to us in time gone byWhen one at twilight shyly playedAnd one in fear was standing nigh -- -For Love at first is all afraid.We were grave..

© James Joyce

Lightly Come Or Lightly Go

Lightly come or lightly go:Though thy heart presage thee woe,Vales and many a wasted sun,Oread let thy laughter run,Till the irreverent mountain..

© James Joyce

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