James Joyce

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

My Dove, My Beautiful One - Poem by James Joyce

My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head.
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!


Comments about My Dove, My Beautiful One by James Joyce

  • (12/19/2017 11:04:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem. Sweet like song. (Report) Reply

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  • Tapan M. Saren (4/9/2017 4:45:00 AM)


    Short and sweet poem....... (Report) Reply

  • Nick Kler (2/26/2017 4:56:00 AM)


    Beautiful like a prayer. Amen (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2017 10:37:00 PM)


    A short and sweet poem flowing beautifully and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Amar Agarwala (2/2/2017 7:47:00 PM)


    Sweet, simple and charming! (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2017 1:48:00 PM)


    beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/2/2017 10:29:00 AM)

    Fair dove
    Beautiful One. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/2/2017 7:33:00 AM)


    Very interesting poem. A song for the lover from the painful heart. Liked it. (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2017 4:17:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a lovely poem of lovely rhymes. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (2/2/2017 2:25:00 AM)


    My dove, my beautiful one,
    Arise, arise! '

    is the alluring enchantment of James Joyce whispering a magical fairy tale siren song to his beloved, the irresistable offer of night-dew lies/ Upon my lips and eyes' is the temptation bait for countless sweet kisses; the suggestion of must perfume in 'odorous winds are weaving/ A music of sighs' continures the musical siren song of love.
    The romantic isolation temptation of 'I wait by the cedar tree, / My sister, my love' is the call to a love tree of temptation, the temptation is further intensified with the sweet beautiful offer 'White breast of the dove, / My breast shall be your bed.' A sweet innocence is immediately echoed in the transparent temptation of the alluring dew, repeated with a differing tantalizing appeal, 'The pale dew lies/ Like a veil on my head.'
    The last stanza concludes with the imagery of the lover who should fleet swiftly fly to him, with the endearing words 'My fair one, my fair dove, / Arise, arise! ' thus ending a beautifully simple yet alluring love plea in a materfully crafted poem.
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  • Muzahidul Reza (2/2/2017 2:14:00 AM)


    My dove, my beautiful one,
    Arise, arise!
    The night-dew lies
    Upon my lips and eyes. nicely written
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/2/2017 1:55:00 AM)


    Awesome! ! ! Thanks for sharing..... (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/2/2017 12:54:00 AM)

    Superb! ! !
    A nice little poem with perfect rhyme (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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