James Joyce

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

Simples


O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!



Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.

A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!

Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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