James Joyce

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

James Joyce Poems

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

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/27/2016 11:06:00 AM)

    '' His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. ''
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • Raymond Farrell (5/22/2015 9:08:00 PM)

    The real travesty in all this is James Joyce was not awarded a Nobel prize in literature.

  • Ronjoy Brahma Ronjoy Brahma (2/18/2015 12:27:00 PM)

    ..... Great poet, i love all your good definitions...

  • Pun Vibh (3/3/2014 1:52:00 AM)

    Can anyone help me with his daughter's Lucia Joyce's poems. I am a scholar and writing about Lucia Joyce. Please send your comments on punvibh@gmail.com

  • Sixth Sense (8/28/2013 12:33:00 PM)

    James Joyce was a very talented poet and author who thought much too highly of himself and his work. He is not as well read today probably because many of his writings are long, difficult, and hard to delve into. Joyce is not one of my favorite writers but some of his shorter prose and poems deserve a dissection. Dubliners is definitely worth reading and Araby is one of his best short stories although slightly weird in my opinion.

  • Hamish Morcom (1/5/2012 11:37:00 AM)

    I can imagine you were a fun guy when you weren't dead! Especially all the times you were an alcoholic! Finnegans wake was rubbish though, noone can understand it

  • Elena Borg (11/11/2011 4:00:00 PM)

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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.

Read the full of All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters

At That Hour

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,

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