James Joyce

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

I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land - Poem by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?


Comments about I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land by James Joyce

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/21/2014 8:59:00 PM)

    James Joyce a great novelist consciousness of flow is great value in his work- Autobiography of young man and Ullysis - freedom is in his blood, onomatopoeic words usage..sound base composition (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 31,725 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/21/2014 8:21:00 AM)

    This is not only a poem but also a great work of freedom of thought in which james joyce stood for individual freedom always makes his opinion against war the real war that destructs the humanlife. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,990 Points Babatunde Aremu (11/21/2014 2:19:00 AM)

    A great poem. The whole world has been under jackboots leaving behind 'sorrows and tears' (a la Fela Anikulapo Kuti, the great Nigerian musician) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 894 Points Leslie Sharp (10/31/2014 8:21:00 AM)

    War a ugly thing being it is of the earthly or of the soul. Hatred core of all evil. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kay Martinez (6/30/2009 11:38:00 PM)

    Incredibly powerful poem-it clangs upon the heart. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Niles (8/8/2007 8:53:00 AM)

    I do love James Joyce, though I do confess to puzzlement at his prose and pleasure at the irony of his poetry's utter clarity. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011


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