Ecce Puer Poem by James Joyce
Ecce Puer
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
Young life is breathed On the glass; The world that was not Comes to pass..... Philosophical.
A poem that reads like a song. I read it for its simplicity and deep feeling
forgiveness is divine; this poem asking forgiveness from holy Father for the sons... beautiful poem on Christmas feeling
Heart is torn with joy and grief. Life of child is witnessed with amazing perception., Sweetness of expression makes this poem truly beautiful.
Not only am not able to submit a new poem, someone else's picture is on my poet page replying to comments, you think they could get the race right! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2025 2:33:17 AM # 1.0.0
Favorite poem, love the last verse