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Written by Delmore Schwartz | |

Sonnet Suggested By Homer Chaucer Shakespeare Edgar Allan Poe Paul Vakzy James Joyce Et Al.

 Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Of doubt about the astonishing and sustaining manna
Of chance and choice to throw a shadow's element
Of disbelief in truth -- Love is not love
Nor is the love of love its truth in consciousness
If it can be made hesitant by any crow or dove or 
 seeming angel or demon from above or from below
Or made more than it is knows itself to be by the authority
 of any ministry of love.
O no -- it is the choice of chances and the chancing of all choice -- the wine which was the water may be sickening, unsatisfying or sour A new barbiturate drawn from the fattest flower That prospers green on Lethe's shore.
For every hour Denies or once again affirms the vow and the ultimate tower Of aspiration which made Ulysses toil so far away from home And then, for years, strive against every wanton desire, sea and fire, to return across the.
ever-threatening seas A journey forever far beyond all the vivid eloquence of every poet and all poetry.


Written by Delmore Schwartz | |

From: A King Of Kings A King Among The Kings

 Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet,
 king, and king of poets
For he is our poor dead king, he is the monarch and Caesar of English,
 he is the veritable King of the King's English

 The English of the life of the city,
 and the English of music;

Let them rejoice because he rejoiced and was joyous;
For his joy was superior, it was supreme, for it was accomplished
After the suffering of much evil, the evil of the torment of pride,
By the overcoming of disgust and despair by means of the confrontation of them
By the enduring of nausea, the supporting of exile, the drawing from
 the silence of exile, the pure arias of the
 hidden music of all things, all beings.
For the joy of Joyce was earned by the sweat of the bow of his mind by the tears of the agony of his heart; hence it was gained, mastered, and conquered, (hence it was not a gift and freely given, a mercy often granted to masters, as if they miraculous were natural -) For he earned his joy and ours by the domination of evil by confrontation and the exorcism of language in all its powers of imitation and imagination and radiance and delight.
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Written by James Joyce | |

At That Hour

 At that hour when all things have repose, 
O lonely watcher of the skies, 
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs 
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose 
The pale gates of sunrise? 

When all things repose, do you alone 
Awake to hear the sweet harps play 
To Love before him on his way, 
And the night wind answering in antiphon 
Till night is overgone? 

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, 
Whose way in heaven is aglow 
At that hour when soft lights come and go, 
Soft sweet music in the air above 
And in the earth below.


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Written by James Joyce | |

Bahnhofstrasse

 The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain! Highhearted youth comes not again Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know The signs that mock me as I go.


Written by James Joyce | |

Be Not Sad

 Be not sad because all men 
Prefer a lying clamour before you: 
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - 
Can they dishonour you? 

They are sadder than all tears; 
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears: As they deny, deny.


Written by James Joyce | |

O It Was Out by Donnycarney

 O, it was out by Donnycarney 
When the bat flew from tree to tree 
My love and I did walk together; 
And sweet were the words she said to me.
Along with us the summer wind Went murmuring -- - O, happily! -- - But softer than the breath of summer Was the kiss she gave to me.


Written by James Joyce | |

Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

 Of that so sweet imprisonment 
My soul, dearest, is fain -- - 
Soft arms that woo me to relent 
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there Gladly were I a prisoner! Dearest, through interwoven arms By love made tremulous, That night allures me where alarms Nowise may trouble us; But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed Where soul with soul lies prisoned.


Written by James Joyce | |

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

 Because your voice was at my side 
I gave him pain, 
Because within my hand I held 
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.


Written by James Joyce | |

Bid Adieu to Maidenhood

 Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways—
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,

When thou hast heard his name upon
The bugles of the cherubim
Begin thou softly to unzone
Thy girlish bosom unto him
And softly to undo the snood
That is the sign of maidenhood.


Written by James Joyce | |

Bright Cap and Streamers

 Bright cap and streamers, 
He sings in the hollow: 
Come follow, come follow, 
All you that love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers That will not after, That song and laughter Do nothing move.
With ribbons streaming He sings the bolder; In troop at his shoulder The wild bees hum.
And the time of dreaming Dreams is over -- - As lover to lover, Sweetheart, I come.


Written by James Joyce | |

Dear Heart Why Will You Use Me So?

 Dear heart, why will you use me so? 
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, 
Still are you beautiful -- - but O, 
How is your beauty raimented! 

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, 
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, 
Desolate winds assail with cries 
The shadowy garden where love is.
And soon shall love dissolved be When over us the wild winds blow -- - But you, dear love, too dear to me, Alas! why will you use me so?


Written by James Joyce | |

He Who Hath Glory Lost

 He who hath glory lost, nor hath 
Found any soul to fellow his, 
Among his foes in scorn and wrath 
Holding to ancient nobleness, 
That high unconsortable one --- 
His love is his companion.


Written by James Joyce | |

My Love Is in a Light Attire

 My love is in a light attire 
Among the apple-trees, 
Where the gay winds do most desire 
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as they pass, My love goes slowly, bending to Her shadow on the grass; And where the sky's a pale blue cup Over the laughing land, My love goes lightly, holding up Her dress with dainty hand.


Written by James Joyce | |

Nightpiece

 Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring arches, Night's sindark nave.
Seraphim, The lost hosts awaken To service till In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim, Raised when she has and shaken Her thurible.
And long and loud, To night's nave upsoaring, A starknell tolls As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud, Voidward from the adoring Waste of souls.


Written by James Joyce | |

Ecce Puer

 Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle The living lies.
May love and mercy Unclose his eyes! Young life is breathed On the glass; The world that was not Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping: An old man gone.
O, father forsaken, Forgive your son!