Trying to read James Joyce's Ulysses
Is a little like fighting a rare disease -
It puzzles and enrages,
It breaks me in stages
And makes me fall sobbing upon my knees.
Call me a Philistine, but I reached page 75 before cracking up!
I can recommend the short stories in Dubliners, however.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem