James Joyce

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

Alone


The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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