James Joyce

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

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ruby Root (7/10/2006 9:20:00 PM)

    Nice with puríty. Not vulgur. I feel sometimes in our society we are to free with our sexuality. This is nice. (Report) Reply

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