James Joyce

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

I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be - Poem by James Joyce

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 austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.

Form: Limerick


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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