James Joyce

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

Go Seek Her Out - Poem by James Joyce

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
O, hurry over the dark lands
And run upon the sea
For seas and lands shall not divide us
My love and me.

Now, wind, of your good courtesy
I pray you go,
And come into her little garden
And sing at her window;
Singing: The bridal wind is blowing
For Love is at his noon;
And soon will your true love be with you,
Soon, O soon.

Comments about Go Seek Her Out by James Joyce

  • Dawn Novus (9/20/2017 7:38:00 AM)

    The bridal wind is blowing..what a sanctified poem. (Report)Reply

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  • (5/2/2005 10:17:00 AM)

    How could someone who wrote such brilliant narratives
    have written such corny poetry?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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