James Joyce

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

James Joyce Poems

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

In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day.

How sweet to lie there,
Sweet to kiss,
Where the great pine-forest
Enaisled is!

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