James Joyce

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

She Weeps Over Rahoon

Poem by James Joyce

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.

Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.

Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.

Comments about She Weeps Over Rahoon by James Joyce

  • Elfoazul Matematico (4/3/2012 6:08:00 AM)

    I read some years ago that Joyce wrote this poem when he saw a grave with his name in Rahoon.(Report)Reply

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  • Lylyanna Pilewski (6/10/2005 8:08:00 PM)

    I like it.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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