A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight Poem by James Joyce

A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight

Rating: 3.5

They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.

This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
Pluck and devour!

A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight
Julia Luber 03 May 2019

Clever and nippy for Joyce- a little bit cat got your tongue.

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Ramesh T A 03 May 2019

Passionate love is pretty well expressed by the great poet!

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Seize the day grab the brass ring and live to love.a ten..

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Douglas Scotney 03 May 2019

must like garlic you would think

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Sylvia Frances Chan 03 May 2019

CONGRATULATIONS as Classic Poem Of The Day, JJ the famous Only One.

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Castellenas John 03 May 2019

Amazing poetry by James Joyce.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 May 2019

Skin and bone! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 03 May 2019

This is a beautiful poem on love having fascinating expression.

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James Joyce

James Joyce

Dublin / Ireland
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