James Joyce

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

James Joyce Poems

1. All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters 1/3/2003
2. I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land 1/3/2003
3. Be Not Sad 1/3/2003
4. Alone 1/3/2003
5. A Flower Given To My Daughter 1/3/2003
6. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now 1/3/2003
7. Because Your Voice Was At My Side 1/3/2003
8. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing 1/3/2003
9. Ecce Puer 1/3/2003
10. At That Hour 1/3/2003
11. A Prayer 1/3/2003
12. My Dove, My Beautiful One 1/3/2003
13. Night Piece 1/3/2003
14. Lean Out Of The Window 1/3/2003
15. Go Seek Her Out 1/3/2003
16. Love Came To Us 1/3/2003
17. Flood 1/3/2003
18. From Dewy Dreams 1/3/2003
19. Bahnhofstrasse 1/3/2003
20. I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be 1/3/2003
21. A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight 1/3/2003
22. Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So? 1/3/2003
23. Bid Adieu To Maidenhood 1/3/2003
24. Lightly Come Or Lightly Go 1/3/2003
25. He Who Hath Glory Lost 1/3/2003
26. In The Dark Pine-Wood 1/3/2003
27. Bright Cap And Streamers 1/3/2003
28. The Twilight Turns 1/3/2003
29. She Weeps Over Rahoon 1/3/2003
30. Rain Has Fallen All The Day 1/3/2003
31. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart 1/3/2003
32. Strings In The Earth And Air 1/3/2003
33. On The Beach At Fontana 1/3/2003
34. Simples 1/3/2003
35. When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven 1/3/2003
36. Winds Of May 1/3/2003
37. My Love Is In A Light Attire 1/3/2003
38. O Sweetheart, Hear You 1/3/2003
39. O Cool Is The Valley Now 1/3/2003
40. Tilly 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Joyce

All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

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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,

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