James Joyce Poems
|42.||Strings In The Earth And Air||1/3/2003|
|43.||The Ballad Of Persse O'Reilly||1/3/2003|
|44.||The Twilight Turns||1/3/2003|
|45.||This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart||1/3/2003|
|46.||Thou Leanest To The Shell Of Night||1/3/2003|
|47.||Though I Thy Mithridates Were||1/3/2003|
|49.||Tutto È Sciolto||1/3/2003|
|50.||Villanelle Of The Temptress||2/9/2015|
|51.||Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba||1/3/2003|
|52.||What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon||1/3/2003|
|53.||When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven||1/3/2003|
|54.||Who Goes Amid The Green Wood||1/3/2003|
|55.||Winds Of May||1/3/2003|
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the water's
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
She Weeps Over Rahoon
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.