James Joyce

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

What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon - Poem by James Joyce

What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?

Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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