James Joyce

(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)

James Joyce Poems

1. Song 2/2/2012
2. From 'Ulysses' 2/3/2015
3. A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man 2/9/2015
4. Villanelle Of The Temptress 2/9/2015
5. Though I Thy Mithridates Were 1/3/2003
6. O, It Was Out By Donnycarney 1/3/2003
7. Now, O Now In This Brown Land 1/3/2003
8. Thou Leanest To The Shell Of Night 1/3/2003
9. Who Goes Amid The Green Wood 1/3/2003
10. O Cool Is The Valley Now 1/3/2003
11. The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly 1/3/2003
12. On The Beach At Fontana 1/3/2003
13. Silently She's Combing 1/3/2003
14. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment 1/3/2003
15. O Sweetheart, Hear You 1/3/2003
16. Tutto È Sciolto 1/3/2003
17. My Love Is In A Light Attire 1/3/2003
18. Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba 1/3/2003
19. When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven 1/3/2003
20. Tilly 1/3/2003
21. Winds Of May 1/3/2003
22. What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon 1/3/2003
23. Simples 1/3/2003
24. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart 1/3/2003
25. She Weeps Over Rahoon 1/3/2003
26. Strings In The Earth And Air 1/3/2003
27. Bright Cap And Streamers 1/3/2003
28. The Twilight Turns 1/3/2003
29. Rain Has Fallen All The Day 1/3/2003
30. He Who Hath Glory Lost 1/3/2003
31. In The Dark Pine-Wood 1/3/2003
32. A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight 1/3/2003
33. Lightly Come Or Lightly Go 1/3/2003
34. I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be 1/3/2003
35. Bahnhofstrasse 1/3/2003
36. Love Came To Us 1/3/2003
37. Bid Adieu To Maidenhood 1/3/2003
38. Night Piece 1/3/2003
39. Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So? 1/3/2003
40. My Dove, My Beautiful One 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Joyce

All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

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Go Seek Her Out

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
O, hurry over the dark lands
And run upon the sea
For seas and lands shall not divide us
My love and me.

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