Ecce Puer Poem by James Joyce

Ecce Puer

Rating: 3.6


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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gary Colton 18 August 2013

Favorite poem, love the last verse

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The Muse 24 December 2019

Excellent Christmas paen

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Sanjibsaha Aniketa 24 December 2019

Young life is breathed On the glass; The world that was not Comes to pass..... Philosophical.

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Luis Estable 24 December 2020

A poem that reads like a song. I read it for its simplicity and deep feeling

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Marieta Maglas 24 December 2019

Wonderful poem about life.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 25 December 2020

forgiveness is divine; this poem asking forgiveness from holy Father for the sons... beautiful poem on Christmas feeling

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 December 2020

Heart is torn with joy and grief. Life of child is witnessed with amazing perception., Sweetness of expression makes this poem truly beautiful.

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Bill Cantrell 24 December 2020

Not only am not able to submit a new poem, someone else's picture is on my poet page replying to comments, you think they could get the race right! ! !

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Bill Cantrell 24 December 2020

Poemhunter will not let me post a poem, sorry website

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Jagdish Singh Ramána 24 December 2020

Loved reading the lovely poem. Melodious tunes!

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