James Joyce

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

In The Dark Pine-Wood - Poem by James Joyce

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!

Thy kiss descending
Sweeter were
With a soft tumult
Of thy hair.

O unto the pine-wood
At noon of day
Come with me now,
Sweet love, away.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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